Lies and the Library
So there is this really fun thing to do. It is called going "out" with my baby. I feel that I am on vacation when I am out with my baby. I also feel like a liar. I've mentioned my beautiful two year old before. She is really lovely. Eyelashes 2 inches long. Beautiful round cheeks, with cute little pink lips that say cute words. This walk she has is a strut, swinging her arms, tossing her hips. Very adorable. She also screams at me a lot, with that lovely little mouth. Her beautiful self-curled hair framing her perfect little features, and that face produces a sound. Like a cricket, but 1,000 times louder. Sort of shocking like a car horn, but I can't get away from it. I walk away and it follows me from room to room. Like a police siren. It is as if she is the police officer and I am getting pulled over, and I never even voted her the police officer of my house. She is a usurping dictator with an obnoxious police siren stuck in her esophagus, relentless in...