The new and innovative method for not loosing your kid, out in stores with first of March!
No, no, it was a joke, a bad one, mom, relax, I’m ok, but if you want to send me some money my credit card number is 489283…..
My biological clock is still asleep, I still don’t fancy the idea of having my own kids and if I would have this job I would probably have a nervous break down per hour. My mom was a kindergarten teacher, until this day I suspect that she has nerve problems because of that. She must have, or else I can’t explain why she constantly mentions “please be silent/stay put” each time her cat (technically my former cat) moves.
Don’t get me wrong, there’s nothing wrong with having kids, don’t murder me PETA for kids!
Anyways, long story short, so that you know, I’m not the Cruella version for kids and I feel something, let’s call it love just for the sake of this monologue (I’m kidding, it’s real love! , yes, I’m sure), for certain little creatures that are present in my life. One of them is Eric (look up), Delia’s beautiful kid!
And since I don’t have my own to brag with, I’m gonna do it with hers. Actually, I’ll let you be the judge, I’m gonna copy/paste a letter Eric wrote for his mother the other day.
“Mom, I love you even when you are mean. I love animals and all the living creatures but I love you too. Take note that I will make a drawing for you and I will build you a Lego. I love you with all my soul. I play with my Ipad because I can’t find anything to play with but I have an amazing toy: You.
I wanna grab your cheeks cause they are so soft. When I see you my heart sings with joy and love.
If you are to die I will give you my soul! I love you and I don’t want you to cry.
I love you even when you don’t buy me toys!
After this, the only thing that stops me for conceiving a baby is the thought that I have to make room for her/his clothes in my wardrobe.
I’m kidding, Goooodddd.
I love you Eric! With all my Cruella heart!
See you tomorrowww. We’ll talk about all kinds of useless stuff.
Btw, I need a pair of new eyeglasses (yes, I’m loosing my clear sight, I must be getting old! let me be!)