Oh, baby!
A friend's daughter has recently brought home one of those electronic babies from school... It's supposed to cry at random moments, and electronically records being picked up, having its diaper changed, etc. I've been informed that she'll be bringing it to my house tomorrow when she comes over to hang out with my kids. Part of me is curious to see how the little bugger works, but I'll most likely be hiding in my bedroom watching Desperate Housewives reveling the notion that there's a baby in the house and I don't have to take care of it. In my high school years they used to be 5 pound sacks of flour, but technology has become lost on us old people, you know. I can tell you, after having 3 children of my own who were born at more than eight pounds each, that little bag of flour became a big, fat lie. I also recall the short, but graphic car accident film we had to watch in driver's ed (do they still do that?). It was supposed to shock us into