Ramble 98: Ribbons and diapers

I don’t like pooping machines anymore. Also known as babies. Covered with snot, sweaty hands and hours long of wailing I think I have done my share of fun-time in baby land. There was a time when I used to love babies; used to think of them as cotton balls joy of love. So, now that my cousin has had her first child; a cute little baby daughter I feel no urge to hold her in my arms and ‘treat her like a princess’.

CHILDREN OF THE DEVIL!

The flip is weird and left me wondering: what else has changed about me that I haven’t noticed?

Do you like babies? Feel free to share your ramble!