I’m not a mom. I had a mom, but that is another story. But I’m not a mom. So I know I can’t really comment upon the virtues of breastfeeding over breast milk in a bottle over basically any other nutritional baby feeding substance. I mean, I can, but in the event that anyone besides myself ever begins reading this sadly never updated blog, I feel the need to provide this preface before I hear anything about how breastfeeding is wonderful, blah blah blah blah blah blah.
Because that is ALL well and good. It is, until. . . .
A patron comes up to the circulation desk, with a pile of books, and you begin checking them out, and finish, and try to hand them back to her, but can’t because she’s whipping out her breast and shoving it in her child’s mouth in your face.