Last night, I sat next to a couple at a restaurant with a crying baby. It just kept going and going, and they didn’t do anything about it.
It made me want to turn to them and say “Um, hello, your fetus wants you or something. Do things about it.”
Don’t look at me that way. I don’t try to hide the fact that I have the maternal instincts of a jar of pickles.
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Your blog is the epitome of the inner voice. Thank you for making us eternally laugh and giving our quirky thoughts freedom!
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My pleasure.
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I totally agree with you! Parents who don’t “parent” get on my last nerve!
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Exactly. Also, welcome aboard. Now all I ask is that you read every one of my posts everyday forever.
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Thank you! And I’ll get on that! Right after I read every one of your previous posts from the beginning of time…
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Excellllent
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It’s okay. I have no kids, but I have the maternal instinct of a magnet: I am either a helicopter or I just don’t give a hoot. There is no in-between for me. Children don’t like me very much. They either run away or raise hell and drive me nuts. It’s made me seriously question if I want to even have children.
But I like that: Your fetus wants you. That’s funny.
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