Breastfeeding Joke

I loved all of the responses to the "What do they call you ?" post. All the names were so adorable, I loved reading them, but I think I'm going to have to go with Debbie at Suburb Sanity and have my grandkids (if I ever get any) call me Mimi Kim. Because that sounds like a really fun place to go, "Yay! We're going to Mimi Kim's!"

The only drawback to that name is that it doesn't sound very tough if the kid is being picked on, "If you're mean to me, I am going to have my Mimi Kim kick your butt," is probably not going to make a bully quake in his boots.

That's okay, we will leave the butt kicking to Pop Pop.

On that note, I leave you with this:

A woman and a baby were in the doctor's examining room, waiting for the doctor to come in for the baby's first exam. The doctor arrived, examined the baby, checked his weight, and being a little concerned, asked if the baby was breast-fed or bottle-fed.

"Breast-fed" she replied.

"Well, strip down to your waist," the doctor ordered.

She did. He pinched her nipples, then pressed, kneaded, and rubbed both breasts for a while in a detailed examination. Motioning to her to get dressed, he said, "No wonder this baby is underweight. You don't have any milk."

"I know," she said, "I'm his Grandma, but I'm glad I came."

This isn't why I want to be a Grandma but hey, who am I to look a gift horse in the mouth?