Middle Man was a newborn and we decided to run a Marine Corps 5k. So we strapped he and Big Brother into their new double jogging stroller and headed off to yet another tommimom-prompted event (i.e. “C’mon! It’ll be fun! Trust me!”)
This line would also be used later to convince Micah to run the Tough Mudder with me. But that’s a story for another time.
Anyway. We arrived early in the morning, registered, and waited around in a sea of Marines and their families. Middle Man would have to nurse before we commenced our trot (I’m more of a trotter than a runner) and so I moved to the back of the crowd, pulled out my ‘hooter hider’, and sat down on the grass. I pride myself in being a discrete nurser.
And that’s when the entire crowd of thousands of Marines and their families turned in unison to face me. Because I was sitting….nay….NURSING…under the American Flag and the Opening Ceremonies were beginning. So I just sat there, suddenly horrified at how brightly colored my ‘hooter hider’ was and how loudly my son nurses, as my husband and all his fellow Marines stood at attention.
tommimom 
That’s hysterical! I would have died! 🙂 I too pride myself on being a discrete nurser…which often means me going and hiding somewhere because mine too is a loud and distractable eater, and I am always impressed with myself when I am able to do what you tried to do 🙂