The Sweet Scent of Love
Last week I spent two days up North visiting my cousin Dr. Science and helping take care of her three-month old son.
My friends Barbie and Dr. Smartypants were convinced that I was going to return from a couple days of babysitting [which I originally typed as “babyshitting”] and be in love with babies. They were probably kidding. They were kidding, right? Because I do not love babies. The best I can offer is that I do not feel incredibly uncomfortable around babies. I no longer take the projectile spit-up personally. I do, however, understand babies better. The giggles and drool-bubbles, their delight over every little thing, the soft glowing skin–I get it. Now I believe that the cuteness trumps the ickyness. But I am so not about to run out and get my baby hatch inseminated.
