Reading Bitch's post about breastfeeding in church made me remember this incident:
When my youngest son was a newborn, my daughter's friend, SqueakyVoice, came over to play. SqueakyVoice was delighted with the new baby and kept saying things like: "Can I feed him? Can I give him a bottle?"
"He doesn't get a bottle," I explained. "He's breastfed."
"What does that mean?" she asked.
"I'll show you next time he's hungry."
So a few minutes later, when the baby woke up, I called SqueakyVoice over so that she could watch me nurse. She stared, fascinated.
"So he gets milk out of your boobs?" she asked incredulously.
"Yes," I said.
"Like a kitten does with a momma cat?"
She stared some more, and then looked into my face seriously.
"Are you part cat?"