It comes in such cute containers*

Yesterday we staggered out of bed in the early afternoon, showered, dressed and made our way to Abingdon for a walkabout, a look around and some lunch. Or second breakfast if one is of hobbit extraction.

While we were in the restaurant doing some serious people-watching I noticed a woman feeding her young baby.

‘She’s breast-feeding!’ I said to Sophie.

‘Eeew, that can’t be right, can it?’

‘Well I guess it’s OK. She’s being discrete, you can’t see anything.’

‘Are you disappointed?’

‘No, just curious.’

‘Why?’ she asked.

‘I was wondering if I could have a go.’ I said, indicating Sophie’s ample bosom.

‘We’d get thrown out.’ she giggled.

‘Why?’

‘Because you’re a grown man.’

I’m still smarting from that insult.

Yes. I’m prepared to concede that on the outside I might appear to some people as a grown man. But on the inside?

Bah!

Anyway, changing the topic for a moment.

Today is Sophie’s first day at her new job.

I hope she plays nicely with the other children and has an excellent day.

B.

* The title comes from the punchline of the joke:

A first year medical student was asked to sum up the benefits of breast milk over bottled (formula) milk. He considered things for a few moments before replying: “Breast milk needs no prior preparation or sterilisation. And it comes in such cute containers.”