Last night Darwin went with me to the pharmacy to stand in a never-ending line to pick up some prescriptions. Since he decided to be lazy and act like a pretty-pretty-princess, it was decided I had to hold him. Boredom got the better of him and he looked down my shirt.
"What do you see Darwin?"
Then he decided to swiftly pull my collar down and pop one of my boobs out.
Because, you know, everyone at the 24-hour Osco needs to know what my boobies look like.
Between him and Griffin's new obsession of taking pictures of my boobs (oh yeah, that kid gets a hold of the digital camera and takes pictures of my boobs. We have a whole collection), I make an excellent case of why not to breastfeed your children.