The other day, at the park, I was pushing V in a swing next to a dude who was pushing his son in a swing. He looked over at us, and said, "Aww, I wike your headband. What a pwetty headband!" Blarrggghh.
I don't do baby talk. I understand that sometimes something is so cute you want to make inarticulate noises, but why persist in having a one-sided conversation full of mispronounced words? And guys, never ever ever do baby talk. It never really bothered me before, but that was before I heard a guy try to talk like a 2 year old and it turns out it makes me want to barf.
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