I remember the first venture I made “by myself” as a new mom of two. My husband had a baseball game and I had to get out of the house, so we packed everything up and loaded the kids in the car on the way to the game. With my oldest being only 1 ½ and not really used to this whole “sit and be good your sister needs me” thing, I decided to bring some milk that I had just pumped instead of nursing her in the stands. We get there and my husband leaves to play and my daughter appears to be hungry so I take out my milk and start feeding her. Pretty uneventful. This woman, maybe in her 50’s, walks over and the first thing she says to me is “oh is that Enfamil???” I confidently reply, “oh no this is my milk”, and awkwardly she replies “ohhh, well, well that’s good too honey”, as if she had pity on my poor state of affairs to have to give my child breast-milk!!!