"I just need to"

This morning Carter and I headed to Goshen for a play date with my high school friends and their kiddos. I left milk in the fridge for the twins, but by the time we returned, I had missed a feeding and had tingly ta tas to prove it. I was also 30 seconds away from leaking through one of the few shirts that fit me right now. Hey, no one said motherhood was sexy.

Ben was about to put Carter down for a nap, so I decided to pump before the babies woke up and needed to be fed again. As they were getting ready to head upstairs, the phone rang and Ben got distracted talking to someone. Then I got distracted Facebook-stalking. All of a sudden we caught each other's eye long enough to silently point to our dear boy.

There, in our window seat, stood Carter with his shirt half up, breast pump firmly in hand. Though we struggled to disguise our laughter, the outburst was inevitable. When we asked him what he was doing, he said "Pumpin". When we asked why, he replied, "I just need to".

This moment will forever be etched in my memory, and taught me two things. 1. Maybe I should supervise my child better because before I know it he'll be in the knife drawer and 2. Again, toddlers do not discriminate when it comes to "lady things". Note to self: hide all breastfeeding supplies, tampons, bras, etc. before he smuggles them into school or whips them out when we have company!