My sister is about to have a baby. One week from today. That beautiful and most welcomed occasion teases out odd artifacts from under the floorboards. Things like stuff my mother wrote about about us, my sister and I, when we were little. One letter just kind of popped up today. A letter she wrote right when my sister was born and I was tear-assing around the house at age four. We’re all (fairly) reasonable adults here, but I thought it would be good to give the gentler readers a heads-up that breast feeding plays a prominent star in the excerpt i’m about to post. UXU