Babies Are Mean

So I made the grave mistake of picking up my friend Holly's 2 year old yesterday. He tried biting my necklace (seriously, his eyes just zeroed in on it and he bared his teeth like a vampire and started moving slowwly towards my neck). I told him no and moved away from his scary biting motions, and this angered him. He took a swipe at me, then took a swipe at Mommy, who also told him no, then he turned back and smacked me right in the mouth with a pair of goggles. I now have a very pretty fat lip for the first time in YEARS.

I told Cory that my mom did it (she didn't think that was funny), then I told Bobby that Cory did it because I spoke before being spoken to while he was talking with another Man. It actually looks grosser on the inside, but I couldn't get a good picture of it that didn't look too pouty and slutty. Oh, and that green necklace is the one that apparently looks delicious to toddlers. Lesson learnt.

In other news, according to this article http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/26353351/?GT1=43001, people in Nebraska can now abandon their kids, no questions asked, up to age 19. Can you imagine if you had had that threat hanging over your head when you were younger? "You better eat all of your broccoli, or I'm taking you to No Questions Asked!" "Oh, you don't think the $5 tennis shoes I bought you from Wal-Mart are good enough for your first day of school? Well, maybe the nice folks at No Questions Asked will buy you those Nikes you want so much!" "You know, if you continue to give my best friend a fat lip with a pair of goggles, maybe I should just drop you off at No Questions Asked!"