I am the middle of three sisters.  When we were young my sisters really loved pointing out babies while we were out and about if they saw one that was particularly cute.  They would say “Oooh, look at the pink one”  or Hey, there is a little gingham one!” as if the color of what they were wearing determined what the baby was. . . . I’d just roll my eyes and groan “oh brother”.

Maybe I just don’t have that maternal gene.  Or maybe poopy, crying babies just aren’t my cup of tea.

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