I love kids, I really do. They're whimsical little people who think I'm a giant (I'm an intimidating 5'3" in shoes). They never protest that they're on a diet when I bake cookies for them. We can nap, pretend that the floor is made of lava, and eat Play-Doh together. It's natural that they think I'm awesome -- my favorite time of the day is snacktime, I can fit in their crib with them, I still think toasters are magical, and I have retained my sense of wonder. But my biological clock isn't ticking, and I look barely old enough to ovulate.
So why are these fetuses trying to friend me on Facebook? They're definitely not able to eat solid foods yet.
Yuksel with the uumlauts up there is either playing peekaboo with himself and a blue blanket or is gazing adoringly at a giant nipple that's been cropped from the picture. I don't know, that's the expression babies get when the boobies filling station is open for business.
Alaa here has been abandoned in a field of red tulips (Holland, perhaps?) with a floppy yellow bucket hat on her head and puffed sleeves that Anne of Green Gables would totally covet. She also appears to age in reverse, growing younger with every passing year, like Merlin in The Once and Future King. Because this fetus is 41, people, and appears to have limited motor skills. It's a long way back to Egypt, baby. Did your mom pimp you out to Anne Geddes, hoping to cash in on your adorableness in a animal/vegetable/mineral-themed photo extravaganza?
"But I am a scrapbooking mommy's wet dream!"
Yeah, well this sunflower kid is so hot right now, you really can't compete.
"I'm pretty sure there's a lot more to life than being really, really, ridiculous
Also, it doesn't help that you look just like Baby Sinclair from Dinosaurs.
"I'm the baby, gotta love me!"
