31 and No Kids (It's OK)
Same baby...same. One day I was at the store minding my business probably listening to Britney in the headphones. Note: I hate shopping without music. It means my chances of interacting with people are higher. Plus: what if I'm in a groove to a song over the PA and get interrupted because someone's child is at the front wanting their mom? Thanks, Lost Toddler, for interrupting my groove to Hall and Oates over Kroger's system. So anyway, maybe Britney plays in my earbuds when I see the cutest, tiny compacted human with the biggest cheeks. Now, I get annoyed when people reach for my cheeks (did I mention I'm 31?) but I kind of get the appeal on babies. They smile and wave and bonus they have these CHEEKS. At this point, the baby has made eye contact with me and is cheesin so I have to say something. It's rude not to. "Well hello, cutie pie!" *waves, smiles, does this spitting thing* I get into a conversation with his mom as we chat t...
