When my son, many years ago was 3 months shy of his second birthday, saw me nursing his new sister, he found his Raggedy Andy that my mother had made for him. He then a sat in his little rocking chair, and held Andy up to his bare chest and said,”I’m feeding Andy”. I took it as a normal childhood innocent and logical expression, and told him, “Good.”
Neither of us was traumatized by his behaviour, and he grew up to get married and has a lovely teenaged daughter.
Sometimes pretend can be just that, pretend. A goodly quotient of watchful, patient love can head off a lot of problems, can keep a passing curiosity from collapsing into a debilitating obsession. Parents, please: when you are raising children this is NOT the time to be selfish. Every ounce of love will count, just as every ounce of food will.
Sorry for the double post.