Anyone who kisses the sprog on the lips is far, far braver than I.
He has a habit of holding some milk in an intermediate area between mouth and stomach - I've never dared investigate where, exactly, and I don't even wish to find out, but he is able to eject something semi-coagulated for what seems like a good hour after the last feed without any strain or referral to his stomach.
So oral proximity is to be very strictly avoided, unless your tastes run to possibly somewhat digested, part-curdled breast milk, served without warning at infant throat temperature. And, you know, I think this taste will not catch on. Even Mongolian goat herders at least require qumiss to include alcohol.
Incidentally, don't you just wonder who first discovered the taste of fermented pony milk, and how/why... I can see how they dare tell anyone else, because obviously it's the kind of thing where you don't want to be the only participant, so it could spread like a Hun version of double-dare; but without the stimulus of being seriously drunk to begin with, what on earth is going to prompt one or more people to experiment in this way?
On which note I do hope you're still enjoying your festive meal.
& all my very sincere best wishes,
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