When my son was a baby, he asked to nurse by saying, "nurt, nurt," which was the closest to "nurse, nurse" that he was able to pronounce. Eventually, though, he picked up on another word and now refers to nursing by that strange "code" word that he selected for himself. He calls it "over," because I always used to unlatch him to switch him OVER to the other breast. He'd panic, as if I were pulling him off the boob forever, so I'd reassure him by explaining, "Don't worry, sweetie- I'm just switching you over to the other side." Somehow, he latched onto the word "over," so now that's what he calls it! He asks, "Can we do some over?" and when he sees me naked, he says, "I love those overs, Mommy." When he helps me with laundry and comes across a bra, "Here, Mommy, this is for you overs." But usually, he's just asking to "do some over." It's so sweet.