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So this blog entry is going to be about babies. Again.
Sorry, but this is what happens when you start getting old.
Even if
you don’t have an actual human baby to cart around, babies somehow find start
playing a bigger role in your life. People you know have them. Those same
people expect you to interact with the baby. They want you to hold it, fawn
over it, call it cute and such.
I was
at a family member’s wedding the other day. It was a pleasant affair. There was
boozing, dancing, cheesy wedding music. Good times.
On the list of cons was the
unfortunate church ceremony, but whatevs. To each their own on the subject of
religion.
Another con? One of the bridesmaids
had a baby. So naturally, this meant the baby had to be very, very involved in the process of helping
my cousin and her boyfriend join their lives together as one in the eyes of the
church.
Because obviously, duh. Wherever
babies go, their parents just assume people want the little monsters involved
and heavily.
So really my problem isn’t with the
baby itself, more so the parents. What a not-so-shocking twist.
