Baby was about three days old, happily breastfeeding when he choked on milk for the first time. As he is coughing, he gets this look on his face of utter betrayal--how could his food fight back like that?!?! DH and I lost it laughing at our poor sad little guy. When I went to continue feeding him, he refused to trust the same breast and had to switch sides. DH then laughed so hard he almost passed out.
In other news...
My grandma's middle name was Janet. Apparently she hated it, so she pronoynced it Janette instead. The preacher at the funeral was told this, and gives grandma's full name using the preferred pronunciation. Grandma's SIL (grandpa was long deceased), regularly referred to as Crazy Aunt X, is sitting in the front row with us and she can't stand the "wrong" pronunciation. She starts shouting out (in this pathetic little half shout, very indignantly) "Janet! Janet! Janet!" The preacher (who could clearly hear her, the service was at the funeral home) just kept going while the immediate family held back laughter. There was no silencing Crazy Aunt until she was good and ready to stop, so she kept going for a while!
Back at grandma's house for a booze-filled celebration of her life, I'm sitting on the couch when a three year old distant relative who was sitting beside me decides to get down. Clearly needing a handle to assist him, he firmly grabs my breast, climbs down and wanders away. I turned beet red and everyone in the room dissolved into laughter.