Had our family dinner today and FINALLY got to see my new lil nephew! The last time I saw him, he was 2 weeks old. Too fragile. Now at 7 months, he's cheeks are perfect for pinching- Hard.
Muahahaha!!!
(Can't help it, He's so damned cute. It runs in the family. Ha!)
Unfortunately I forgot to take a picture of him to prove to you all of his overwhelming 'cuteness'. *Dush!* Flying kick muka sendiri.
Maybe next time.
Anyway, in the middle of dinner, the baby starts to get uneasy. So since I'm SUPPOSED to be on a diet, I offer to take him for a walk around the mall.
BIG mistake.
People started stopping me to coo at the baby. That's understandable since he's so cute. But what they said next was so venomous, I was seriously tempted to punch their lights out.
1st person: "Wah! What an adorable baby. Congratulations to you!"
I was in a state of shock! What the fuck is THAT supposed to mean??! Do I look like I had a baby??! However, I disregarded the whole thing and convinced myself that the person is an idiot.
2nd person: "Such a beautiful child! You must be very proud. It's tough being a mother."
I was Gobsmacked. Completely and utterly speechless. motherfucker. Do I look like the mother?? Damn, if I had my own baby now, it'll die within a week! (No joke!)
And more importantly, how can these nimbwits mistake me for a person who's (Godforbid!) married and has a (Gasp!) child?? I do NOT look that old. Thankyouverymuch
To avoid yet another similar accouter, I dash back to T.G.I.F. At that point I was ready to put the baby down and do something so recklessly stupid, only the young will dare to do such a thing. (I was teetering on the brink here!)
But before I could get to my salvation, the doorman at T.G.I.F. opened the door for me and says
I bet I had the look of a hungry Lochness monster because the guy automatically backed off. Dickhead. Thank your lucky stars that I'm holding a baby in my arms- and I wanted to set a good example for him. Otherwise, I would've kicked your nuts for that comment!
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