Today, my two-year-old daughter was presented with a package of pink chick-shaped peeps. She tore into it, and commenced on a campaign of disturbing imagery wherein she ate the head of each Peep before placing it back into the packaging. This left us with some sort of Peeps version of Mme. Tussuad's chamber of horrors in the kitchen.
The following comments have come from a variety of friends/family:
- She trying out for Marilyn Manson videos?
- Her real father, Ozzy Osbourne, would be proud.
- Your daughter is the world's youngest carnival geek.
- I think you should put knives and other dangerous implements where she can't reach them not for her safety, but for yours.
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