My husband has a tendency to make up little songs. I’d love to tell you that this was just something he’s started doing for the baby. It’s not. The latest, as I was throwing all the components of my breast pump together to go to work was to the tune of Pump Up the Jam and went something like this:
Pump up the boob, pump it up and get the milk started.
Oh-ah. Nourishment. Get your booby in the pump today. Make my day.
I know the Catholic Church gets picky on these things, but that HAS GOT to be grounds for annulment?