Swiper no Swiping!

I have a confession.

My best Girl Samwise, I'm horribly jealous of her boobs.  Her rack.  Her Mams (as in mammary glands).  And do you know why?  Because that girl is making COPIOUS amounts of breastmilk.  See, I am one of those delusional girls who thinks that SIZE matters.  And so, I was a bit arrogant going into the breast feeding thing, I thought me and my D cups would have no problems feeding my wee babe.  Alas, it was a humbling, frustrating and sad, sad experience. 

Whereas my best Girl Samwise, she is the FOUNT of all Nourishment.  Her freezer is stocked with tidy bags of frozen breastmilk, enough to make breastmilk ice cream!  She nurses AND pumps!  And her wee daughter?  She takes BOTH!  Boobs and Bottles!  It's nothing short of a miracle to me.

And as if I wasn't feeling small and dry and pathetic enough.  On our first full day in New Mexico, Samwise was packing up wee London to head home and the Boy had followed her over to where the car seat was parked.  While Samwise's attention was diverted strapping in her wee babe, the Boy plucks up a bottle and before any of us can take it away from him he starts swigging on it.

Honestly, I wasn't really paying attention, I was a little fried. I looked up when I heard this loud, "MMMMM!" 

And there stands my Boy, bottle of breastmilk in hand, looking for an escape route with his bottle of bootie.

And there I am, completely MORTIFIED that my child has resorted to SWIPING my best friend's breastmilk!

Apparently, it's delicious.

Needless to say, the bottle was removed from the swashbuckling pilferer, returned to the appropriate authorities along with man, MANY embarrassed and profound apologies.