After our morning jog, I was opening the garage door when I hear Carter yell from the stroller (aka the terminator, the thing's huge), "Hey, there's a breast pump!"
I look to see what he's pointing at and it's nothing more than a black rubbermaid filing box, however to his credit, it is very much in the shape of my pump bag.
"Oh hunny, that does look like Mommy's breast pump, however, it's not. It's just a box for some papers."
"Yeah (pause), NO, it's Daddy's breast pump!"
I look to see what he's pointing at and it's nothing more than a black rubbermaid filing box, however to his credit, it is very much in the shape of my pump bag.
"Oh hunny, that does look like Mommy's breast pump, however, it's not. It's just a box for some papers."
"Yeah (pause), NO, it's Daddy's breast pump!"