DS and I were at the library this morning, in the children's area. Normally, at 19 mos old, we don't NIP. He's simply too big and wriggly...so I offered him his cup while he was yanking on my shirt. This caught the attention of a nearby mother of older toddlers. She has the audacity to mention to me that, "Is that juice? You know, giving juice to a child that age is the equivalent of giving them a candy bar."
"Listen lady, that organic white grape juice ain't cheap and I dilute it 3 parts to 1. Buzz off!"
Ok, no I didn't. I made her even MORE uncomfortable than that comment would have...
So I said, "Mmm hmmm.", called ds over and asked him if he still wanted to nurse. (Um, Yes?!) So there I sat, nursing my child in front of the Mommy Cop. She gave one ugly look and gathered her children, and left. I fully expected her to say something to a librarian on her way out, but didn't.
I don't know why that particular lady tripped my trigger today, but I couldn't resist. Must be the PMS...
"Listen lady, that organic white grape juice ain't cheap and I dilute it 3 parts to 1. Buzz off!"
Ok, no I didn't. I made her even MORE uncomfortable than that comment would have...
So I said, "Mmm hmmm.", called ds over and asked him if he still wanted to nurse. (Um, Yes?!) So there I sat, nursing my child in front of the Mommy Cop. She gave one ugly look and gathered her children, and left. I fully expected her to say something to a librarian on her way out, but didn't.
I don't know why that particular lady tripped my trigger today, but I couldn't resist. Must be the PMS...










at your story. And, hey! I now know one woman who NIP just to get on someone's nerves.


