Wednesday, January 09, 2008
Two baby stories.
Your Baby's a Weapon of Mass Destruction
I heard Sabrina making noise in the room and ran to pick up my granddaughter. I pushed open the door and something pushed back. I fought it back and walked over to the crib and picked the baby up.
She was loaded, and soon handed off to the trained experts.
Because I Love My Baby
I was driving along today when I came up behind a van. The van had a bumper sticker that said "Baby in Car" and had a little picture of a baby with a seat belt. The driver's hand was dangling out the window. It held a lit cigarette.
Your Baby's a Weapon of Mass Destruction
I heard Sabrina making noise in the room and ran to pick up my granddaughter. I pushed open the door and something pushed back. I fought it back and walked over to the crib and picked the baby up.
She was loaded, and soon handed off to the trained experts.
Because I Love My Baby
I was driving along today when I came up behind a van. The van had a bumper sticker that said "Baby in Car" and had a little picture of a baby with a seat belt. The driver's hand was dangling out the window. It held a lit cigarette.
// posted by sinner @ 2:16 PM 
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