While Daddy was picking out some frames at the optometrist, I got a little hungry. Okay, I don't get a little hungry. I get a lot hungry. So I began to cry, and considering that we're in a public place, Mommy was left to her last resort: The Hooter Hider.
For those who can't figure out what that is by reading the name of the product, the Hooter Hider is a cape that is placed over a Mother and Son when breastfeeding so that they can do it under a shroud of privacy. It covers her front side so you can't see that she's giving out milk, but it doesn't take a genius to figure out what's happening.
Still, as I was on my first boob, a strange man came up to Mommy and naively asked, and I quote, "So what's going on under there?" That made me shoot some breastmilk out of my nose because I was laughing so hard.
One more time: "So what's going on under there?"
Here's my quick judgments of this guy. He's either:
1. An idiot who never heard of the concept of breastfeeding and how it's done.
2. A perv who wanted a quick glimpse of Mommy's boob.
3. An FBI agent who thought Mommy was hiding some contraband.
4. Thirsty.
I, for one, pray for his spawn.
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