Boys In Cars, Part II

Ahhhh.... Warm, sunny days are back.  With that come the boys of summer, cruising around with their windows down, on a sugar high from their umpteenth Super Big Gulp.

My spring/summer wardrobe is very limited due to the majority of my clothes being in storage still.  Luckily, I came to our temporary residence with all my nursing tank tops.  I was wearing one when I ventured to the mall, pushing Zuul along with me I might add, when a young man sped by yelling "I CAN SEE YOUR NIPPLES!"

I almost looked, but then I remembered that Zuul's been pulling off my nursing shawl and pulling down my tops for quite some time now.  I have gotten past modesty a while ago, like many other nursing moms.  Why should I care if my nipples were showing?  I realized, I did not, and charged forward without a glance down.

This is a strange moment for me.  I am officially an extended breastfeeder.  I have a parenting label - labels I had been trying to avoid, but after all the problems I had Zuul's first weeks, oddly proud.  I'll be damed.  

As for the boys of summer who yell weird shit out their cars, I bet his nipples were showing too.  Alas!  Common ground.