Earlier this week I went to a specialty baby store and picked up a few new fang-dangled things. You know those stores where you can get cool stuff, but it's always so expensive. One of the new fang-dangled breast feeding things is a nursing cover with a "rabbit hole" as Lucas likes to call it. Basically it has a peice of metal in the top so you can watch the baby latch and eat, rather then having to peak under a blanket. The only problem with it is the name. A Hooter Hider.... My whole life I've never liked the term Hooter. As a child I remember being disgusted with men who would wear Hooter's shirts and my father making fun of it. Now here I am, endorsing a word I hate. The problem is this thing is genius and beautiful.
Sorry Dad, I just had to have it....