Today I came across an old note about a dream I had a couple of years ago:

I was in a sort of waiting room area with quite a few people in it including a friend and also a Diplomat (distinguished older gentleman with gray hair). Z wanted to nurse and so I picked him up and then turned slightly away from the diplomat in order to start nursing him. My friend said something like, “I see you’re trying to hide from everyone. I can’t believe you’re STILL breastfeeding him.” The diplomat then said, “at the Embassy we have an old saying: we work together as smoothly and comfortably as a good latch.”

I wonder how world politics would look if breastfeeding mothers were the role models 🙂