We just had Mark II of parenting class tonight. I tell you, the rest of them may as well be asleep. I know I sometimes frighten people with the intensity of my listening, but at least they can tell I'm still alive.
I just wonder if their children will be equally accepting and turnip like. They do realise, don't they, that in only a few short months they are going to have a screaming, pooing, bawling, sobbing, loving, pissing, delicate ball of fluff which will wake them up ever four hours if they are lucky and every hour if they are not, and they won't have TIME to learn anything new then?
Or do they expect they will have a perfect child that will help THEM to do the right thing and keep it happy? Forgetting that a child's view of bliss is sucking on an opium placenta and bobbing happily in a warm (but funny tasting) world?
It's obvious they don't know what they're doing, neither do I, but at least I am trying to find out before hand!
Anyway. Enough of that! Back to ripping recipes for my cook book for my bro.
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