Milk

A woman and a baby were in the doctor’s examining room, waiting for the
doctor to come in for the baby’s first exam. The doctor arrived,
examined
the baby, checked his weight, and being a little concerned, asked if the
baby was breast-fed or bottle-fed.

“Breast-fed” she replied.

“Well, strip down to your waist,” the doctor ordered.

She did. He pinched her nipples, then pressed, kneaded, and rubbed both
breasts for a while in a detailed examination. Motioning to her to get
dressed, he said, “No wonder this baby is underweight. You don’t have
any
milk.”

“I know,” replied the woman. “I’m his grandma. But I’m glad I came.”

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Look in the Forest if you want to find trees

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