Last week, my aunt related a story to me:
Her 6 month old was sleeping in the swing and her 2-year old was watching Dinosaur Train with a bowl of pretzels and she figured that now was a pretty good time to sneak away and take a 90-second shower.
45 seconds in, and she heard a giant crash.
Anyway, it got me thinking about kids and babies and stuff.
If you were lucky, after the stork delivered you, you opened your eyes to a scene like this:
And babies make the BEST toys! They make noises and move and stuff. They're better than matches!
Like a baby chic punching a hole through its shell, this kind of stuff makes babies stronger. If a younger-sibling baby lives past the first 3 months of it's life, that's a pretty good sign it'll live to puberty.
I'd been to the park earlier that week and remembered the slide and thought it would be a lot of fun if I could make myself a human slide! I would put my legs at an incline and point my toes and it would be so much FUN!
*it didn't occur to me to just set the baby down. Common sense was never my forte.
Here's how it happened in my head:
Um. Here's how it happened in real life:
I think. I mean, she did ask me to be her friend on facebook, so...she's mentally sound I think. Or is she??
...Which is exactly what I told my aunt.