Forget designer babies! I want designer grown children!
No designer could have done as well as what I got. Beautiful, healthy, born the day before her due date, my daughter was not a moment's trouble. When other babies cried, she smiled and giggled. When other toddlers freaked out in grocery stores, she comforted them, saying, "You got candy at home." When other preschoolers fell and broke their limbs, she climbed like a little monkey and was fine. She was the darling of the family, aunts, uncles, grandparents, even the cousins loved her. Of course, she sailed through ballet, piano, swimming, school, camp, and even Ivy League university without a hitch or a problem, making straight A's and going to semiformals, babysitting and tutoring little kids.
My daughter was perfect, until she grew up and fell in with the wrong crowd. Almost overnight, she's become arrogant, impatient, and difficult to get along with. She's driven, productive, ultra professional and a pain in the ***. I want the sweet, happy, slightly ditzy daughter I used to have. The one who was voted 'most likely to have blonde roots' in high school. The one who used to think her mom was a rock star.
Babies, schmabies! It's the grown ones that need brain transplants or some sort of redesign!
2007-10-21 02:31:19
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