
Ok. So Bill and I got a Flatscreen TV for our bedroom and it has been giving us some trouble. We had a repairman come by on Friday afternoon to try to fix it. While Will and I were upstairs with him, he preceeded to hold a muffin cup up to his chest and say "Hey, this is my breastpad." "Look Mommy, I have a breastpad like you." Needless to say I wanted to crawl in a hole. Luckily, the guy didn't understand what he was saying! Gotta love it!