Yesterday.
We kidnapped "this baby".
At least that's what my husband kept referring to her as.
He does know her name.
This baby.
"When do we have to give this baby back?" Corey inquires.
"This baby is so precious." He observes.
"Ugh can we wake this baby up? She's been sleeping forever." He begs.
"Man, this baby is hungry." As he feeds her.
"Do all babies sleep as much as this baby?" He asks.
"Do you think this baby knows I am her uncle Corey?"
"I really love this baby Krystle."
"I think this baby likes me more than you." He suggests.
{How would I know Corey? This Uncle won't even let me hold her.}
Last but not least here comes my favorite.
"Krystle this baby makes me want to have my own. I think I am almost ready."
** As a side note This baby accompanied me to the market. I then paraded her around in the cart like one of the Jolie-Pitt twins. You would've thought that's who this baby was too. Everybody loved looking at her and her sweet face and I felt like I was famous. I didn't bother correcting anyone when they assumed I was the proud mother.
In fact, I'm thinking of getting pregnant pronto just to up my celebrity status at Safeway.
