
After I got home from my baller baby shower, David and I were looking over all the loot and talking about the couple of things we still needed. One of them was a breast pump. Here's how that convo went down:
Moi: "I saw an automatic breast pump on sale at Target"
David: "Yeah? That's cool if you really want it"
Moi: "Yeah I really do"
David: "I thought you wanted to breastfeed her"
Moi: "I do, but I'd like for you to be able to take a couple of feedings too"
David: "Yeah, but you don't have to have a breast pump to do that"
Moi: silence...followed by an Excuse me?
David: "Yeah, you can just use your hands" -dead serious
Moi: ......................... "david, I'm not a cow"
Although the above photo may further the argument of woman being cowlike, it's hilarious. I love my husband.
That is hilarious. And takes me back to "the plastic bag" You know what I am talking about! LOL God love'm. :O)
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