A woman and a baby were in the doctor’s examining room, waiting for the Doctor to come in.

The doctor arrived, examined the baby and, checking his weight, found it somewhat below normal and asked if the baby was breastfed or bottle fed.

“Breast fed,” she replied.

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

She did. He pressed, kneaded, rolled, cupped, and pinched both breasts for awhile in a detailed, rigorously thorough examination.

Motioning to her to get dressed he said, “No wonder this baby is underweight. You don’t have any milk.”

“I know,” she said, “I’m his Grandma, but I’m glad I came.”