A Breast Milk Mystery

Last night, Philly and I ventured out to a wedding party for some friends. I think it basically turned into a mini class reunion for him, but anyway, one of our friends Leslie said she wanted my help with a breast milk mystery. I was intrigued. She asked if I ever sent a bottle with Claire to the nursery. Every day, I replied. She asked me if I remembered dropping our children off at the nursery at the gym a few weeks ago at the same time. I did. I also remembered that she was called out of the gym not long after to go get her daughter. She said when she got there that the nursery worker said, "She just won't quit crying, we tried to give her her bottle, but it didn't seem to help." Leslie informed her that her daughter didn't take a bottle. The nursery worker was stunned. She pulled out the Medela bottle and Leslie just shook her head. Her daughter had drank someone else's bottle. Specifically, someone else's breast milk. Leslie was at first, horrified. Then she thought about it, and decided that anyone that would get up early and pump a bottle of breast milk for the child to go to the gym nursery was probably an OK person. Can you guess who's breast milk was given to Leslie's daughter? That's right. You guessed it. MINE. Glad I could help a friend in need. REALLY glad I knew the person. Not so glad that no one in the nursery told me about the incident.