QUOTE : You added the feeding pillow to the list?” he asks as we turn down the nursing aisle.<br /><br />“I told you I did.” I look down at the iPad though to make sure I really did. (I did.)<br /><br />When I look up again, he’s holding up the two pumps from a double electric breast pump on display to his chest. “Please, please, please can we get these?”<br /><br />I roll my eyes. “Oh my God. Are you twelve?” I don’t mention his second slip of the word “we.”<br /><br />“This is like having a video game on your chest.” He pretends to shoot the pumps in my direction.<br /><br />I snatch one out of his hand. “Yeah, that’s exactly what it’s like.”<br /><br />“I’d never leave my house.” He’s examining the remaining pump, as if trying to figure out how he could make one of his own.<br /><br />“You’d never leave the house if you had breasts, period.” I grab the second one from him and return it to the shelf.<br /><br />He stands over my shoulder to look at the screen of the registry iPad. “Put it on the list. Put it on. Put. It. On.”<br /><br />Shaking my head, I add it to the list.