Ah, DD1... where do I start??
Since DD2 has come along, she has gotten herself an education in lots of things I didn't realise.
DD1 now insists on being given a 'boobie pad' (breast pad) to stuff down the front of her shirt, and 'boobie cream' (nipple cream) to rub on her belly whenever she sees me feeding the baby.
The other day, she was snuggling on the couch with DD2, when she pulled her shirt up, pressed DD2's head to her chest and said 'Come on bubbie - boobie-time!' Ah, bless her little heart. As it happened, DD2 was just deciding it was time for a feed and greedily started rooting around looking for what she wanted...

And I'm dreading the return of AF now - DD1 followed me into the toilet a couple of days after DD2 was born, caught sight of my maternity pad, and patted me on the arm saying, 'It's okay... ouch. I get a band-aid'.
I just about fell off the toilet laughing...