We were at a wedding this weekend and I had a FUNtastic time… so funtastic that I was able to add to my formidable list of embarrassing moments on the dance floor. There I was singing, “We Are fam-il-y…” when I saw some drink getting sprayed out nearby. I glanced down at my solid-colored navy dress but it suddenly was polka-dotted, with the dots shimmering beautifully in the disco lights.
I looked around and thought: “Who splattered a drink all over me?!" But it was only when I wondered,"Hmm, what kind of drink looks like this?" did I realize that I – solo mio – spilled, *sprayed* the drink all over me…My baby’s drink to be exact.
You’ve heard of blood and sweat on the dance floor, but have you heard of breastmilk? Well, you heard it here first. I grabbed my husband to dance in front of me while I re-centered my very annoying nursing pad and wiped myself down. It wasn’t just a leaky boob. It was a squirting boob. I don’t know who was within a 3 foot radius, but I sincerely apologize. Who knew that “We Are Family” would trigger such a massive let-down reflex? Losing control on the dance floor now has a whole new meaning.