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Baby Blues

So I’ve got this kid… and her brother, (the one who used to hear the headless mannequins at J.C. Penney’s) is just so stinking weird. I was sure this kid was going to seem really normal by comparison.

She’s a year old now, and for some reason her favorite game is to take clean underwear out of the laundry basket, put it over her head and stagger around the house, growling like a monster. Incredibly, her brother swears he did not teach her this game.

She likes to do whatever I do; sort of. She sees me put something in the garbage can, so she takes things out. She sees me dunking a dirty diaper in the toilet, so she runs and gets a clean one to swish in the bowl. All the while her brother watches and giggles in delight.

I have the feeling that raising these two is going to be a wild ride. Please keep your hands and feet inside the car while the rollercoaster is moving….

Posted by Tracy on Nov 1st 1991 | Filed in So I've got this kid... | Comments (0)