Who's weaning who?

Georgia, circling Anna: Anna, it's time for your mid-afternoon snack.

Anna, moving away: No thanks, Momma. I'm eating this tasty grass for my snack.

Georgia, circling Anna again: Come now, Anna. Time for your snack.

Anna, moving away: It's ok, Momma. I'm not that hungry.

Georgia, circling once again: Anna! Nurse! Now!

Anna, sighing: Yes, Momma . . .