It was an absolute blast digging through the old stuff where the writers make themselves out to be a hero but only increasingly verify they’re a villain with every additional word.

“Mama, it’s time we started seeing other people. I have my wagon loaded up and am ready to carve out a new path on my own”

SoCal is on its own then.

Totally understand, and home schooling on its own isn’t indicative of an overarching trust thing - it’s when there are enough symptoms - home schooling, not vaccinating, special adults only diets foisted upon a child, never leaving their side ever, on and on and on. It’s a composite image that is revealed with more…

Oh I love asking them all sorts of questions about the future because they will pluckily answer them earnestly with just a portion of all info available.

Hands to the temples in a rubbing motion while I just laughed and laughed.

So I remember a time when I was about 4, I was in the laundry room with my mom and I just pulled down on the neck of her shirt and took a look at her boobs to see if they were still there. And she was astounded and scolded me. “Don’t do that to me or anyone else. It is quite intrusive” I got a new word to use that day…

What’s the worst case scenario if you refuse? I’m just trying to imagine the perceived peril of telling a kid in this situation “Read the room and have some empathy for me.”

By your own anecdote, it is not free. The women need food input to continue to lactate lest malnutrition affect lactation. Now I’m not going to dig into the caloric and nutritive conversion of food to breast milk and breast milk’s own caloric and nutritive qualities *pushes up glasses* but to say breast milk is free…

I know I’ve heard some of that but the mind reels at the limits of that. Kid won’t stop wearing diapers. Kid won’t wipe their own ass. Kid won’t get a job at the mine like Papa did when he was 5.

The difference being an ice cold glass of cow’s milk compliments a PB&J perfectly, goat and sheep’s milk can be turned into even better products and there would be very pitiful baked goods without butter.

If you do get a leash, don’t go the cutesy animal route with like a monkey or hippo or something, no. Get them an honest to god leather strap they can’t gnaw through.

Oh it’s even worse. I’m an Uncle by Friendship. I have always made myself available to answer (and ask) the tough questions in a fun way for the kiddos - none of my friends have taken me up on it but the kids have.

I tried to flirt with a gal on here over her tennis crush on Rafael Nadal and I misspelled his name. It was so crunchy!

How else are you supposed to ferry your sleeping child down The Strip at 2 AM with two fists of yard long cocktails, if not with a stroller?

Sometimes the path of most resistance at the start leads to the path of least at the end.

So I guess my question is do you ever posit to your 3 year old what life would be like without breast milk? Or what life would be like if she never gave up breast milk? I’m a mischievous uncle by trade so I like peppering my conversations with the wee ones with long term thoughts like this because the answers can be…

It doesn’t count cause it was just awkward and lecherous. I’m a fellow penis-haver, I know it can seem insular and cold round these parts but the way to navigate this river is to let it carry you instead of swimming against it.

Take the loss, man. Nobody wanted manpinions on breastfeeding.

You can never refuse? What Never? Hardly Ever?