AAWWWWwwwww! Ooowwowoooooga! Woochie woochie coochie! Gooo! Cyoooooot! Wookada baybee! Seeda baybee! Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!
Gah. Gah. Gah. Gah. Gah.
AAWWWWwwwww! Ooowwowoooooga! Woochie woochie coochie! Gooo! Cyoooooot! Wookada baybee! Seeda baybee! Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!
Gah. Gah. Gah. Gah. Gah.
Just repeat the mantra. “I’m so glad they’re not mine…”
I had a cameraphone thrust in my face yesterday; one of my cow-orkers had a baby the other day and someone had gone to visit her. The phone went all over our section of the office, with a chorus of “AAAAAW!” and “ooooo, sweet liddle baybee” following it around. I guess that’s the next technological advance after the tiny little photos people get from the hospital and hand around. Then someone else brought in their newborn, and they stood by my desk and joked that “Aw, I think he’s pooping. Isn’t that cute?”
‘Frankly, no, and please go away now’ was my thought at the time.