Something

There are three unwritten posts sitting in my post list.

Have I found time to get to them?

No.

So, because this little becoming versed is important to me.

And I need to write something.

And because I think there are a few of you out there reading.

And because it seems there are so many pregnant women and new moms everywhere I look

and I am glad I've been through that phase.

And because this is too funny not to be shared somewhere in the world.

I am going to share a little bit of myself with you.

Well, my old self, because I now know better.

Let's just say this was one of the times where it became very clear to me that

I had a lot more to learn about life.

Before I tell you, you need to know that as a child and young person, I did not spend very much time around babies or mothers and their babies. Especially not around nursing mothers.

Here you have it:

I always wondered how nursing mothers knew whether their baby wanted milk or water.

Because I thought one made milk and one made water.

Then one day I found out I was so very wrong.

Oh, so very wrong. 

And now

you may laugh

at

me.

And I will laugh with you.