So I got together with the fam recently, and we were all sitting around the dinner table, my brother and his family, my parents, and myself. We were eating spaghetti with pieces of chicken cooked in the sauce. I took a smaller piece, not being very hungry. But it turned out to be darker meat, and I prefer light meat when it comes to poultry.
I commented that the piece I had taken was dark meat and offered it to the first taker. My mom said she'd take it (not just motherly self-sacrifice--she actually likes the stuff...weird) and said to look in the sauce for more. "There should be some breasts left. I made sure to put in plenty 'cause I know you prefer breasts."
My brother, grinning wryly, quickly quipped, "Apparently not, we've learned." And there was much laughter.
Later that evening, the subject of an old breast pump came up and the comedy of using such a contraption (I won't even go into that, but let's just say they were talking piston-driven suction), along with the necessity of using them when babies won't breastfeed. My mother commented that when I was a baby, she had to find ways to feed me because I wouldn't nurse. I always fell asleep.
...now, would you pass up this opportunity? I sure wouldn't. I said, "Wow. Bored from a really early age." And there was much laughter.
Breast jokes are fun.