A Mother I Do Not Make

A sweet co-worker just dumped a chubby little boy into my unsuspecting arms only moments ago. I was holding some tickets in my hands and could barely handle him and the holding of important paperwork. His slobbery drool somehow landed on my cheek and now I can smell him on my hands. This is point where my mother would get all gooshy, and I just gross out. Not my kid means it's just not that cute. Not everything with breasts loves chubby babies. Chubby baby in your arms is cool. Chubby baby in my arms that I'm totally not even remotely related to...not so cool.


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