Had to share my lactivism moment with my dad yesterday...
My dad took DS out to the playground for a little bit. When they got back he told me about their adventures...swing, slide, sandbox...then...
Dad: Oh and I was so embarrassed, this lady just "whipped it right out" and started nursing out in the open. No towel or anything!
Me: What the heck does she need a towel for? She's feeding her baby.
Dad: I know, but I'm old school...
Me: Did you think you were gonna get any sympathy from me? I say good for her! Besides, you were definitely on her turf anyway. (To DS) Tell him, "get over it, grandpa!"
And then, as if on cue, DS (14 mo) started pointing, pulling, and trying to disrobe me.
Dad: (laughing) OK, Mr. not-so-subtle, I guess you sure told me!
My dad took DS out to the playground for a little bit. When they got back he told me about their adventures...swing, slide, sandbox...then...
Dad: Oh and I was so embarrassed, this lady just "whipped it right out" and started nursing out in the open. No towel or anything!
Me: What the heck does she need a towel for? She's feeding her baby.
Dad: I know, but I'm old school...
Me: Did you think you were gonna get any sympathy from me? I say good for her! Besides, you were definitely on her turf anyway. (To DS) Tell him, "get over it, grandpa!"
And then, as if on cue, DS (14 mo) started pointing, pulling, and trying to disrobe me.
Dad: (laughing) OK, Mr. not-so-subtle, I guess you sure told me!







