Recently I was on babysitting duty. The kid never stopped talking, he provided commentary on everything he did and every game he played and he thought I was supposed to laugh at his jokes, except, most of the time I wasn’t aware he was telling a joke.
Finally, it occurred to me that perhaps I’d do better with him if I had a cocktail. (Thank God there was another sober adult around, so I was able to do this.) Anyways, after the cocktail was gone and I was feeling very relaxed, I found that I was no less perplexed by the fact that the child wouldn’t be quiet. That miniature man was odd. Cute, but very odd.
So does this mean I shouldn’t be a mom? Cause like, Shaquea loves the kids!