While looking through 2012 photos to make a calendar, I realized the following: I have a lot of photos of my nipples.
Always one boob at a time. I clearly spent a lot of my maternity leave taking pictures of India in milk-drunk bliss, right off the boob. Also, I clearly spent that same time sitting in the red chair with at least one breast exposed at all times.
None of those made the calendar, in case you're wondering. It's not that kind of calendar.
So by this point, India has an old friend kind of relationship with her cafeteria staff.
She'll be nursing, and then she'll pull back, and chat to my nipple. She'll pat my breast, all, "Good job! I'm a big fan of today's flavor! What is that? Peppermint and chocolate? Good stuff!"
She might look up at me - although not with the same surprise that Jordan did - and give me a hello or a smile or something. I mean, she's glad I'm there, generally.
And then she'll turn back to eating and hanging out with her friends.