…A mom was startled to find a woman she didn’t know breastfeeding her child in her Brookings bedroom on Sunday, radio station KJJQ reported.
The mom called 911 after she allegedly found the intruder around 5 a.m. feeding her two-month-old infant, according to the Associated Press.
The mother got her baby back from the rogue lactating lady, but the suspect stayed in the house and lay on the resident’s bed until police arrived to arrest her.
Brookings police department officials didn’t return calls from The Huffington Post, but news reports said the 24-year-old suspect was charged with unlawful occupancy.
Neither the suspect nor victim was identified.
….”suspect was charged with unlawful occupancy.”
Where is the rest of that sentence? Unlawful occupancy of a strange baby’s mouth by your tiddie? Y’all, that is crazy. She was probably on meth. You know how those super-rural areas are. Nothing to do? Let’s make some meth from stuff we got at Wal-Mart.
I told y’all about those states with right angles….don’t go there. That is an extra level of insane normal folks shouldn’t be dealing with.
If you are really about to put handcuffs on a six-year-old girl, you need to take a minute and ask “Is this the very best reaction to the situation or am I just following protocol?”
If you are really about to arrest a pregnant mother and take her toddler away from her because she bought $50 worth of groceries but forgot to pay for the sandwich she was snacking on, you need to take a minute.
If you are really about to arrest a mother of three because her children were less than ten minutes late to school a few times, you need to take a minute.
And if you still feel like you’re making the right decision, take another minute and ask someone else.
Once up on a time, when I was a sophomore, I got a job working at Bath & Body Works. Because I’d never had a job. And the only thing I was qualified to do was rub lotion on people’s hands.
Fast forward eight thousand years, I’m living in NYC, and one of my old bosses hits me on Facebook like “Oh hey, I’m gonna be up there. Let’s meet up. My husband and I will take you to lunch.”
Children create flour disaster in the family room.
Oh…kaaaay…
Can I just punch everybody involved with this video?? I cannot handle this. So annoyed right now.
First of all, don’t keep flour where 3 year olds can get to it. Ma’am, what is you doing!
Secondly, when you come out the bathroom and it is just Flourcaust 2011 in your house, your first reaction shouldn’t be to grab a camera while your kids just play around like it’s no big deal. Can I tell you I would STILL be recovering from the asswhoopin my momma woulda laid on me? It would STILL be affecting my personal life. I’m sorry Ted/Brad/Chadwick/Dayquan, I’ll cuff you to the bed, but I can’t get into spanking.
Like. What the hell? She is just wandering around aimlessly mumbling “oh my gods” and shit being HELLA Melodramatic White Lady right here. My momma would’ve definitely went Angry Black Woman HAM and over-reacted, but the big difference between overdramatic and melodramatic is overdramatic can actually produce some well-behaved kids who ackrite because they know what’s gonna happen. When you go buckwild and mommy GRABS A CAMERA and whines for 5 minutes, obviously that sends the message that buckwild is fine and ok and proper.
Those kids have absolutely NO grasp of the fact that they have made a major boo-boo. They are just so regular and calm! I would be hiding under the bed making my last will and testament. Even as a grown-ass man, the last time I visited my mom she actually said to me “make sure you make your bed today.” And guess what….I MADE THE FUCKING BED.
Lord Jesus those children are gonna grow up to be date rapists I just know it. Somebody needs to go shake that woman.
Some lady in South Dakota went to jail for breastfeeding somebody else’s baby.
