Zoodle has been weaned for almost three months, but he still remembers his mommy milk, which he called "Mao." (I think this is a simple toddler mispronunciation, not an indication of any interest in Chinese communism.)
The other day he picked up a toy dinosaur, lifted his shirt, placed the dinosaur's mouth on his belly button, and said, "Mao."
I'm glad he never tried to latch onto my belly button. (And I'm glad he didn't have T-Rex teeth.)