Son: (watching me nurse the baby) Um, that's really not a good latch.Husband: Did she (the baby) wake up after 3:00 am?
Me: I don't think so.
Husband: Really? I thought she did.
Me: Well (feeling around), my breasts say she didn't.
Husband: Oh, then you're probably right.
Husband: Is this what I think it is splattered on the remote?Me: Do you know why I'm pumping milk for the milk bank?
Son: Yeah. They give it to moms who don't have enough milk. And they don't have enough milk because they aren't nursing enough. (Okay, I haven't told him about supply problems associated with prematurity, or other causes of low supply, but the boy got the supply/demand concept down, right?)
Baby: Phew! (After making it through yet another forceful let down. I swear I'm not making that up - she really says it!)
Husband (watching me nurse): I wish I could do that. (Meaning nurse the baby. Said for the millionth time)
(Picture is of my baby's hairy ear!)