There can be such a fine line between a purely genius invention and something taboo.  I say genius!

And totally necessary for moms of more than one.

Have you ever been nursing an infant and trying to simultaneously contain a toddler?  Mission impossible.

As I sit on the couch and attempt to have a quiet, peacful, 30-minute nursing and bonding session with Kallan, Finley toddles in and needs Barney to appear in the other room.  She's through with The Wiggles.  Put Kallan down, tend to Finley, retrieve Kallan, reset position with Kallan, and attempt to relax and watch The Food Network.  Sorry for the interruption Kallan.  I'm back.

Finley toddles in and starts opening the entertainment center and pulling out DVDs and says, "Watch a mooooovie?"  Hmm, done so soon with the Wiggles?  Did they crash that big red car or something?  This is where moms of more than one need help.  Help from an apparatus.

You know those dog leashes that allow you to push a button and the cord recoils?  Wouldn't these be great for a living room that contains a toddler? 

I would come up with something totally humane of course.  It wouldn't have to snap back fast.  Something big and soft and cushy could wrap around the waist perhaps.  But that recoiling function would be key!  Just as Finley is about to start tossing DVDs all over the living room and "no" just ain't cuttin' it -- pause, two, three, four...and then.....zzzzzip!  She's back on the couch with me.  Keep on eatin', Kallan. 

A breast-feeding mom needs a control button!  Something that would control all functions around her until she decides she's ready to be interrupted by the next pending task.  The TV remote is great, but we need an apparatus to control moving objects too.  I mean come on...nursing moms have to stay in extremely vulnerable positions for months, sometimes for four or five hours a day, and control is something that completely escapes us during these blocks of time.  We give it up!  Can't we at least have a recoiling leash in hand to maintain some sort of normalcy and dignity?

At least until the older toddlers start to mind.  Genius I say.