Little boys are getting quite an education with the whole baby-producing process. First they discovered that babies come from mommy's belly, then they learned that girls don't have peteys. Last night, as I was using the breast pump (discretion is a luxury that is too difficult to maintain around here) Colby walked into the room. I quickly turned the thing off, and "detached" the cone from underneath my shirt.
C: "Are you done listening to your heart now, Mom?"
I burst out laughing. It DOES look like an overly large stethescope, and the pump does kind of sound like the THWUMP THWUMP of a heartbeat :)
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