Raising Adana

Adana stood beside me, hands clutched together against her belly. She was giggling uncontrollably.

Me: What's so funny?
Adana: I look just like you now!
Me: (sighing and wishing that I actually did look that adorable) How do you look like me?
Adana: See! I have milk things too!

She reaches up her shirt and pulls out two tiny little wads of tissue paper, each about the size of a cotton ball.

Adana: When I put these in my shirt, I look just like you!