Please forgive me

Several days ago, I disparaged the medical sciences. Please forgive me, Uncle J.  Since then,  I've learned a few things.  First,  maybe the medical "scientists" really do know something. 

Exhibit A:

I believe my original complaint was lodged on Day 20.  Coincidence?  They know we're watching.  Keep watching and we'll keep them honest. 

Exhibit B:  the Lactation Consultant. These people "scientifically" determine whether or not I "like" bottle and breast feeding.  Today's verdict: "he doesn't look interested, and sometimes he gets tired." 

Hey, genius!  I am too interested. But you'd get tired, too, if you were chiseling through the bottom of your bassinet every night with a dull spoon. Compared to the voodoo divination of the Lactation Consultants, the doctors are positively mathematical.

Exhibit C: my Dad the physicist:

Now we all know that physicists are the smartest, funniest, and best looking of all professionals. But did you know that they are also the best bottle feeders? Tonight, I downed all 40 ml in 15 minutes. And what about that face doesn't say interested? Suck it, Lactation Consultant!