Covering it up.

I got asked to cover my boob up at the play place the other day. I was feeding Geneva, and one mom was like, Do you want me to get you your blanket? Because I notice that one boy is really curious about what you're doing.

And I usually cover up if there's family or friends around, or we're in a small gathering, or a busy public area, or BASICALLY REALLY ANYWHERE, but in this tiny play place full of moms and kids, I wasn't going to give myself the headache.

And I always thought I'd be so poised about this, ready with my answer about how what I was doing was natural and normal, and if that six-year-old boy who is too young to be looking at my top-third of a boob sexually was curious about what I was doing, he could ask his own mom about it, for LEARNING. Besides which, Geneva was, like, three weeks old and TERRIBLE at latching, and fell off the boob a lot. Feeding her while she was covered up was an ORDEAL for both of us.

But I was so flustered by this other woman, this other mom asking me to inconvenience myself for no real reason, that I was just like, Well I'm not bothered but if it will make you feel better, I have a blanket right here.

There's no real moral to this story. I was just annoyed, and when you are annoyed, there's no better place to turn to than the internets. (Rainy day zoo pics instead of pics of this conversation for obvious reasons.)