Pantry talk

My office largely comprises young, single professionals. But I never really realised how different our life path is until today when I had this really weird conversation with one of the sweet young things here. It goes something like that...

Me, just back from lactating and preparing to wash my pumps.

Young Girl (gasps at the 2 packets of milk): What's that?
Me: My milk?
YG: Really? How you take it out? (begins to eye breast pump suspiciously)
Me: I use the breast pump lor (waves at pump).
By now, 2 other guys are at the pantry and waiting for me to finish up my washing.
YG: WAHHH! Why you have 2 pumps? Pain or not?
Me: I have 2 breasts? No, not very pain... or maybe a litle when the milk lets down.
YG: (gasps) You mean your breast will sag down? How many litres you pump? So your breast will become double the size?
Me: (getting exasperated)... Erm, no... Let down is not sagging. It just means the milk coming in... and I pump only 200 ml if I'm lucky. (I consciously left the breast size out)
YG: (disappointed) Oh,... so little. I don't want to ever have to pump milk... I cannot stand pain. But I want to have little children.
Me: Well, breast milk is best for babies and the pain is bearable.
YG: Oh,.. so you just use this (points at pump) and squeeze the breast... Next time, I will just ask the doc to knock me out and take the baby out of me. I cannot stand pain.
Me: (totally exasperated)okay. (muttering under my breath, "yes, should just knock you out NOW...")