“Bust”ed.
Firstly, through the eyes of Holden, I am quite like a milk bong. In order for milk to come out while nursing Ewan, I should drink milk by the gallons evidently. Mary the ol’ milk bong.
Secondly, Holden must have been sincerely convinced that I was trying to pull a fast one on him with the whole “milk” thing to begin with. A couple of days ago, I took a few moments while Holden was finishing up his nap to pump and of course he came down the stairs to witness the process. He came over to me, looked me up and down and said, “Huh. There sure is milk in there.”
