Billie Eilish and her daughter imagines

School questions

Amelia was an ordinary eight-year-old girl with a love for her stuffed animal, a small bunny named BunBun, which she carried with her everywhere. Today was just another school day at Pinewood Elementary, where she would spend her time learning, playing, and chatting with her friends. Amelia liked her school, especially because she had some very good friends in her class and a teacher, Mrs. Martin, who always made learning fun.

That morning, after the bell rang, Mrs. Martin greeted her class with a warm smile as everyone took their seats on the colorful rug. "Good morning, everyone! Today, we're going to share some of the fun things we do with our mommies and daddies. I want each of you to think about something special you've done recently, and then we'll all take turns talking about it."

The class buzzed with excitement as the children eagerly waited for their turn. Mrs. Martin began with Tommy, a boy with wild red hair and a gap-toothed smile.

Tommy grinned and said, "I went camping with my dad! We made s'mores, and I even got to sleep in a tent all by myself. It was super cool!"

"That sounds wonderful, Tommy," Mrs. Martin said encouragingly before turning to Lily, a quiet girl with braids.

Lily spoke softly but with pride. "My mommy and I baked a cake for my grandma's birthday. We put pink frosting and sprinkles on it. Grandma said it was the best cake she ever had!"

"That's lovely, Lily! Who's next?" Mrs. Martin asked, her eyes scanning the circle until they landed on a cheerful boy named Jacob.

Jacob bounced in his seat as he spoke. "My daddy took me to the zoo! I saw lions, tigers, and even fed a giraffe! The giraffe's tongue was super long and sticky."

The class erupted in laughter, and Mrs. Martin joined in. "That sounds like a lot of fun, Jacob. Alright, Amelia, would you like to share what you've been doing?"

Amelia nodded, hugging BunBun a little tighter. She wasn't shy, but she always felt a bit nervous when everyone's eyes were on her. She took a deep breath and began, her voice soft but clear.

"Well, I don't have a daddy," she started, "but I have two mommies. My mama's name is Billie, and my mommy's name is Annie."

Some of the kids exchanged puzzled looks, but they listened closely.

"We do a lot of things together," Amelia continued. "Sometimes, we go to interviews or concerts because my mama is a singer. We also spend a lot of time with our family, singing and drawing. But what I love the most is when I have quiet moments with Mama. We cuddle, and she gives me milky."

Amelia's classmates stared at her with wide eyes, their curiosity piqued by this last detail.

"What's milky?" asked Sophia, a girl with curly hair and a headband covered in glitter.

Amelia smiled innocently. "It's milky from my mama's boobies. It's really yummy and makes me feel happy and safe."

A chorus of gasps and murmurs filled the room. Mrs. Martin, who had been listening intently, remained calm but looked slightly surprised. She quickly decided to let the children ask questions, knowing this was a moment for learning and understanding.

Jacob was the first to speak up. "But aren't you too big for that? My baby sister drinks milk from a bottle."

Amelia shook her head. "I don't think so. My mama says it's okay as long as it makes me feel good. It's something special just for me."

Tommy raised his hand eagerly. "Does it taste like regular milk? Like the one we have at snack time?"

Amelia thought for a moment. "It's different. It's warm and sweet, not like the milk in the fridge."