When Brains are Lactating

This is T, see T's beautiful eyes? (go ahead, click on it, you know you want to) It's hard to talk to her and not lose one's train of thought because of those eyes. I don't have those eyes, so I have no explanation for her inability to speak coherently in my presence.



We were at T's for tea (t?) on Sunday, when she leaned over to me and simply said, "If you would prefer, we have breast milk".




It was one of those moments when several thoughts whip in and out of the brain.
Hers was grasping the horror of the words that had come rolling out of her mouth even though she knew they weren't the right ones.
Mine was wondering what caused the Freudian slip-- are my breasts looking engorged? That would be sad since I haven't breast fed anyone in over a year. Next thought was the season's finale of Grey's Anatomy--which disturbed me--Oh my, does T fancy me, was she looking at my breasts?!
These thoughts were instantaneously brushed aside and the two of us laughed so hard that J2 was pointing at her and saying, "She's going to wet herself!".

I had on my plate, a roasted chicken leg. There was a plate of chicken breast meat on another plate in the middle of the table. She meant breast meat, but it was too late. A forever giggle was planted.

Monday night, the children and I were eating garlic chicken and potatoes when A1 perks up, "Remember when Miss T said 'Do you want breast meat?' hahahaha (insert child's attempt to laugh for real)".
J2 added, "Breast meat! She was laughing so hard. hahahaha".

Innocence.