“Boiling some nipples,” said Flathead. (That’s right. Sigourney is a bottle addict. She drinks from a sippy cup at school, a regular glass at dinner, but she has to have that bottle to go to sleep. So sue me.)
Erma perked right up. “Nipples? I want to see the nipples!”
“They’re in the teapot,” I told her.
“Daddy! When can I see the nipples?”
“They’re hot,” I told Erma. “They have to stay in the teapot.”
Whining: “I want to see some hot nipples.”
Looking back, Erma has long been fascinated with nipples: