another blog-turned-book i am just hearing about now. late to the party, getting the joke too late… but this shit is hilarious, so i don’t mind being all alone.
now, some of you, knowing me, may look at this book and think, “oh, karen likes it because it is a book full of crying babies and their distress gives her pleasure.” untrue! while i may not like kids overmuch, i am not a monster!! and there is a certain measure of uncomfortable recognition in these particular distresses. i find myself able to relate to some of these kids. because these are perfectly valid reasons for crying:
i hate when there are no more presents.
smart kid. mind the goats. they never have good intentions.
been there. zoos are a complete tease.
and these kids pretty much mirror my feelings towards the beach:
and while i haven’t faced these particular problems, i can completely understand how frustrating it must be:
and these are all things i have personally complained about on various aifafs, in one way or another:
and the number one reason for crying:
that kid is pissed, as well he should be. you throw him in a pen and give him a stack of books roughly 20 words each and think that will be sufficient?
but don’t start calling me “mommy” just yet, because many of these kids are still bafflingly opaque:
who doesn’t want to be the pink unicorn?? kid, there’s gonna come a time when you would kill to be able to wear that outfit again.
and who doesn’t want to meet bill murray??
and here’s just a bunch of assorted giggles, which make me appreciate the fact that my cat’s bad behavior is not nearly as maddening as a tiny human’s would be, although it is regrettably less comical:
this book cracked me up like crazy, and i have created my own submission:
i am a big fat baby