Inspired by the poisoned milk powder scandal, a friend of mine is planning to import a wet nurse from the Philippines. His wife has just given birth to a baby, and he is, most justifiably, extremely worried about anything made in China.

My friend used to be a supporter of Donald Tsang, who often appealed to local couples to have at least three children shortly after he became the Chief Executive two years ago. Now like any patriot, he regrets it a bit, because nobody, including Tsang, could have foreseen a possible baby famine as a result of the global milk-powder scare.

But why from the Philippines? Why not recruit a wet nurse from China? I asked my friend who until recently had whole-heartedly loved his motherland. “No,” he explained, “How can you be sure that a Chinese wet nurse is not going to be fake, with something like a Bangkok ladyboy-style plastic bag filled with artificial milk made from poisoned powder?”

My friend has every reason to be skeptical. You must have read news reports of white puppies purchased in pet shops in Shenzhen that had turned black after Hong Kong consumers put them in a flea bath and accidentally washed away the white paint, discovering the animal’s true color. A friend of mine was a victim of this recently. He took the dog back the next day, but his demand for a refund was denied by the poker-faced pet shop owner, even after he insisted on the absurdity of the situation by pointing out that he named his originally white puppy “John McCain.” “But John McCain will lose,” the pet shop owner said. “I also saw the presidential debate on TV. What’s the difference between the two anyway?”

So allowing Hong Kong families to import Filipina wet nurses would be an innovation. And not only for babies. What else would be as impressive as a status symbol than when you are visiting a billionaire for lunch and you and dozens of other refined guests are offered a glass of fresh milk to toast everybody’s health, instead of a glass of Chateau Rotschild Lafitte? You would be told that the troop of in-house wet nurses all hail from remote villages in Luzon or Mindanao, instead of the polluted city of Manila, transported to Hong Kong only minutes after they gave birth to their babies, jetfresh, to guarantee the best vintage. So, loosen whatever restrictions and bring them in, Sir Donald—just a thought for your policy speech as I look forward to the milk-tasting party hosted by my friend, whom I warned it would be better for legal reasons, if his wife, the madam—instead of himself, the sir—supervises the job on the spot.