Cute babies
Today it was so beautiful out that Denny and I took a walk over lunch (actually I had to run a couple of errands, but we dawdled because it was so nice). The most fun part was going to the Ped Mall and watching the cute little kids play in the fountain. That’s really one of my favorite summertime leisure activities in Iowa City. There was this one little guy, probably about 12 months old, with a little round tummy. He was really having fun waving his hands around, interrupting the fountain flow and splashing himself and others.
There was this other little dude who was probably 3 or 4. He was carrying around a bag of Cheetos, and at one point he dropped one on the ground. He started shouting at his mother to draw her attention to the predicament. She said, “Can you pick it up and throw it in the garbage?” He bent down, picked it up…and stuck it in his mouth. Gross! That kid’s going to get worms, I tell you what.
I have heard that it’s important for children to consume some particular amount of e-coli to develop resistence to it. Maybe that’s what his mom was telling herself.
Worms help keep the weigh off later in life.
The actual Cheetos will do more harm to the child than whatever it picked up on its temporary exposure to the real world.
Oooh, don’t tell me that! Cheetos are my favorite of the fluorescent orange-colored foods.
Spotted recently at the zoo: a toddler slurping on a baby bottle, complete with nipple, full of Diet Coke.
We’re reluctant even to let Daphne partake of the occasional birthday cake, given the inevitable consequences (bouncing off walls, staying up until 11:00, sugar withdrawl the next day). What kind of psychopaths want their toddler hopped up on caffeine?
Maybe it had some Jack Daniels in it too. You know, to counteract the caffeine. Now that’s some parenting!