I found a poor sweet girl wandering the baby section at Big W today, looking forlorn and desperate. She kept flitting between onesies and socks with crippling indecision. Eventually she pulled out her phone to make a call. I eavesdropped, of course. Because nosy. “Hi hun, that baby shower thing is this weekend and I’m staring […]
Archives for September 2014
You don’t have to act interested in my child. It’s cool. I’m not that interested in yours. There are some children I quite like. Usually any child I’m related to. I think it must be some throw-back caveman instinct where I’d be expected to take over for my sister if she got herself mauled by a […]
I understand it has been a while since you’ve been a toddler, but it honestly baffles me how obtuse you can be. Let me explain this is the simplest terms: throwing food off the table, roughly translated, means “I don’t want this shit.” It’s really that easy.
I’ve heard a brand new mum say the following three sentences, in quick succession, without the slightest hint of irony: “I never knew a love like this existed.” “I feel like I was born to be a mother.” “I feel like I might burst with happiness.” I started to look under her hospital bed for […]