While at a local restaurant I viewed a table of six, where a mother took her baby, covered him with a small blanket, and breast fed him. Now, this doesn't bother me in the least. As a matter of fact, any man who says he IS bothered, is simply masking his jealousy of the baby.
Now, being someone who can't leave well enough alone, I approached the table (after she was finished) and said, "My mom fed me the same way when I was an infant. Problem was, it took me to about 2nd grade before I could eat without a blanket over my head."
The whole table broke out in laughter. Score.
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