Later afternoon, while out at Cartwheels & Coffee with both kids to meet up with N and her three kiddos, I noticed something wet while holding Max. At worst I thought he peed on me and frankly, didn't care all that much... until I moved him aside to see that it was my *ahem* boob that was all wet.
Ah, geez, really?
I looked at N and must have turned either white or bright red as I tried to laugh it off but how could I be so stupid as to let this happen...
Me: "Whoops, well, I guess I'll have to do something about this {fumbling for a burp cloth}."
N's most appreciated rebound, "Ah, who cares. Just put a baby over it {I move Max to my wet side}, yeah, there you go. I can't see it."
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