BossLady and I aren't stubborn people. Nope. Not us. We prefer to use the term "strong-willed." Sounds much better, doesn't it? Anyway, us being two "strong-willed" people, it's not uncommon for us to get into an absurdly ridiculous debate over some trivial matter. Without fail, the debate usually evolves into a triple-dog dare or a high-stakes bet. And since BossLady already owes me over a million dollars from lost bets, we've been forced to come up with alternative stakes.
What kind of stakes you might ask? Well, past losers have had to do the following:
1. Walk around completely naked in the apartment for 24 hours.
2. Lick the other person's foot from top to bottom.
3. Run in front of our apartment building with your arms above your head and repeatedly scream "I'M A LOSER!"
4. Take all the leftover drinks from a cocktail party (wine, vodka, tea, juice, coffee), pour them into a giant pot, stir it all up and drink an entire glass of the ensuing mixture.
(Mature of us, isn't it? Hard to believe that the hospital actually let us leave with our newborn baby. Really, nobody even flinched!)
Anyway, ever since we've had the Peanut, our bets have been modified to the more mundane stakes of such baby-related chores as changing the diaper or doing the 4:00 am feeding.
I bring all this up because the BossLady and I got into another one of our debates the other night during dinner. I'm not even going to tell you what it's about because it's so ridiculously idiotic. But as I said, we're two "strong-willed" people so it was clear that, sooner or later, a bet was going to have to be made. While we were discussing possible stakes, the lovely BossLady suddenly blurted out, "I know! LOSER HAS TO DRINK MY BREAST MILK!" (Do you see why I love this woman?)
Loser has to drink her breast milk!!! Brilliant!!! I was all ready to take the bet. After all, how bad could it be? I drink regular milk...and that's specifically made for baby cows! My little Peanut likes the taste of breast milk better than formula and I'd already tried formula. Not too bad! Besides, the BossLady said she'd read somewhere that breast milk tastes like melted ice cream. Mmmm...ice cream!
We started debating whether the loser could (a) drink directly from the "tap", (b) pour it into a glass, or (c) add a drop of Hershey's syrup. But just as we were about to shake hands on the deal, I saw one of my wife's tells. She twitched her right eyebrow ever so subtly. And instantly, I knew right there and then that this was a sucker's bet. She had the inside scoop and there was no way I was going to win this bet. So I pulled my hand back and decided not to take the bet.
However, I'm sure that these stakes are going to come up again. And it's inevitable that one of us is going to end up with a breast milk moustache while the other one is going to be laughing his/her face off.
What I want to know is...do other couples do this sort of thing also? or are we both really just insane? Also, what kind of cookies go best with breast milk?