Okay, I'm telling you this very quietly, out of the corner of my mouth - I go to Baby Group! Yes, thats with capital letters. And I tried to make the writing small but because I am a techno ape I don't know how to do that.
When I used to see the suburbanite yummy mummies gathering to oggle and coo at each others' babies I must admit I used to vomit a little in my mouth. Who knew I was so judgmental. But as a follow on from our childbirth classes we all meet up every Thursday to well...oggle and coo at each others' babies.
Yesterday we lined them all up on the couch and took a picture. A group of goofy looking drooling babies, some of whom still can't even hold their heads up on their own, all propped up on a snazzy leather sofa, with the bar in the background. They looked like a bunch of drunks, spilling over and leaning on each other for support...maybe you had to be there but it was really pretty funny.
Reminds me of that joke of a door-to-door salesman who knocks on someone's door and a small child answers, a foot-long whisky in one hand and a cigar in the other. The salesman says, in patronizing tones, "Hello, are your parents in?"
The kid looks at the whisky and the cigar, then at the salesman and says, "What the fuck do you think?"