It sounds reasonable
In general, Audrey’s not a cuddly, snuggly little girl. Sometimes, when she gives a hug, and it’s longer than a millisecond, the boys start counting, “One, two, three… twelve! That’s a new record!!”
But, she transforms, occasionally, when wrapped in her favorite blankets from head to toe. She calls it “cuddle-holding.” She pops her thumb in her mouth, grabs the blanket tag, closes her eyes, and makes tiny, contented squeaking sounds. When being cuddle-held, she often proclaims herself a baby.
When I weaned Audrey in January, she was older than a year and a half, and quite aware of the arrangement. The arrangement of nursing, that is, and she was quite pleased with it. She’s been mourning its loss ever since. She calls nursing “num,” and still checks in, at least once or twice a week, to see if it’s still an option. It’s not. The Baby Cafe is closed for the season.
This morning, I was cuddle-holding her, and we had this conversation:
Audrey: I a baby, Mommy!
[pause, closes eyes and sucks thumb to demonstrate her babyishness]
Audrey, opening eyes: Babies have num, Mommy!
[pause, surely for dramatic effect, while holding my gaze]
Audrey: Audrey have num!!
Me, laughing: Well, you’re very clever, but you still don’t get num.
Audrey, with sad resignation: Baby sister have num.
Me: Yes, when your baby sister comes, she’ll have num.
Audrey: [huge sigh]