OK, I know some people kinda paranoid about cleanliness, I actually acknowledge that. This is particularly true if you’re a mother….a NEW mother. But some people really become so stufuckly paranoid about it that they soar above the heads of injudicious fans of their said offspring and will not hesitate to peck at the heads and hands of those who are lay a filthy finger on their lil babe.
Oh, pppuuuurrrlllleeeeeeeezzzzzzzz!!!!
I have been there…TWICE in fact and I don’t remember flittering around like a worried mother hen warning people ‘not to touch my baby if you’ve not washed your hands’. Get a fooking life. No, get yourself a nice glass of gin and tonic and wash it down with a whole bunch of lemon juice, please!
Yes, we understand that baby’s skin is not very healthy and the slightest SIGHT of grime, ashes will break out. But a baby is a baby mah, sometimes, you see the baby so fat (don’t tell her that I said her baby is fat, otherwise, I will get another fooking earful) and cute that we just wanna envelope the baby in our warm embrace, kiss, hug, throw in the air, tickle and just….you know….geram-nya!!!
But this mother walks around with a tee-na (cane) waiting to twack your backside lest you dare lay your unstrelized hand on her POOR BABY. And you know how kids are sometimes….they forget. Very fast. And when they see a baby they adore, they just clamor all over the baby, kiss, kiss, kiss, hug, hug, hug, touch, touch, touch. And this mother hovers around…eh, you wash your hands already not?
Geezuz, I. JUST. WANNA. EXPLODE. But I can’t….gotta tahan….gotta tahan.
OK, I know some people kinda paranoid about cleanliness, I actually acknowledge that. This is particularly true if you’re a mother….a NEW mother. But some people really become so stufuckly paranoid about it that they soar above the heads of injudicious fans of their said offspring and will not hesitate to peck at the heads and hands of those who are lay a filthy finger on their lil babe.
Oh, pppuuuurrrlllleeeeeeeezzzzzzzz!!!!
I have been there…TWICE in fact and I don’t remember flittering around like a worried mother hen warning people ‘not to touch my baby if you’ve not washed your hands’. Get a fooking life. No, get yourself a nice glass of gin and tonic and wash it down with a whole bunch of lemon juice, please!
Yes, we understand that baby’s skin is not very healthy and the slightest SIGHT of grime, ashes will break out. But a baby is a baby mah, sometimes, you see the baby so fat (don’t tell her that I said her baby is fat, otherwise, I will get another fooking earful) and cute that we just wanna envelope the baby in our warm embrace, kiss, hug, throw in the air, tickle and just….you know….geram-nya!!!
But this mother walks around with a tee-na (cane) waiting to twack your backside lest you dare lay your unstrelized hand on her POOR BABY. And you know how kids are sometimes….they forget. Very fast. And when they see a baby they adore, they just clamor all over the baby, kiss, kiss, kiss, hug, hug, hug, touch, touch, touch. And this mother hovers around…eh, you wash your hands already not?
Geezuz, I. JUST. WANNA. EXPLODE. But I can’t….gotta tahan….gotta tahan.
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