Sometimes I love kids, sometimes I hate them. Today there was an adorable little girl on the subway. We became friends when she told me about her souvenir-type purse that carried popcorn and could make lots of noise when banged against the wall. Then throughout the subway ride she kept looking at me, waiting for me to look back, and smiling devilishly.
However other kids should be shipped off to boarding school immediately and their parents should be banned from reproducing ever again.
I like to think that if I have kids, they will be the coolest kids ever. Their first words will be something random like "frappuccino" or "asparagus." Although they'll probably be stoned for the first 3 months of their life since I intend on being heavily drugged if anything of THAT size is coming out of THERE.
1 comment:
my first word was gum. does that make me cool?
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