Baby Love.

I went to visit my friend Summer yesterday. She has both a husband and a baby I had never met before our visit.

Her baby just turned a year old and oh. my. heart.

Cutest baby alive. I'm not kidding. Oh dear God. My ovaries ACHED at the sight of this child.

The baby? Loved me too.

I don't know why the babies always love me. Other than the obvious which would be that God is playing a cruel, cruel joke on me. But every baby I meet? Loves me.

If I had to guess? It's one of three things:

1) The masses of hair that they like to pull
2) The pretty, pretty shiny necklace I wear which they like to pull
3) The boobs

In fact, the baby crawled over to me and wanted to sit in my lap. Once there, he grabbed a large handful of my hair and said, in wonder, "THIS!"

Okay, so "this" was pretty much all he could say.

Then? He took his ICE COLD SIPPY CUP and stuck it in my cleavage. To which I responded, "WOO!"

He then smiled and said, "THIS!"

Okay then.

He then grabbed the front of my shirt and pulled downward. Free peep show for my friend's husband. Awesome.

Then? The baby, who I had pretty much ascertained at this point to being well on his way to being a normal male, began to kiss me. WITHOUT MY CONSENT.

And not just any kisses. The huge, slobbery, wet, open mouth kisses favored by infants and toddlers everywhere.

I emailed my friend this morning and said, "I love your baby even though he molested me and tried to french me".



It was a great day.