It should come as no shock that I whole-heartedly embrace the crunchy vibe of
Let me set the stage. Ellie is in the Moby wrap and is being a grocery shopping champ until we hit the bakery for the last thing on my list- a loaf of country white bread. It was there that she let out her banshee wail to proclaim to the entire store that her mother is, quite possibly, starving her to death, despite the fact that she was fed an hour earlier. I grab my loaf of bread and begin to make a beeline for the checkout, but was blocked.
Standing in my way was an otherwise unassuming African lady in her 40s. When she spoke, she had that melodic accent that I could listen to all day, but is slightly hard to understand. Here was our conversation:
Lady: "Can I breastfeed your baby?"
Me: *blink, blink* (Surely I misheard her. She's probably asking if I need to feed my baby.)
Lady: "Can I breastfeed your baby?" *gestures to her chest*
Me: ".............no............." *flees*
Seriously?!?!?!? On what planet do you offer to breastfeed a stranger's baby in the grocery store??? I would be weirded out if a stranger to ask to hold Ellie in the grocery store, let alone whip out a boob for her. What's next? A stranger asking to....... Nope. Can't think of anything more bizarre.