Sea Donkey
I’m relatively certain that “The Sea Donkey” (referenced here as well) is my best friend’s step-sister.
If she also force feeds her kid to keep him quiet, complains loudly at the myriad ways every public place she enters is ignoring the needs of people with BAYBEES, plays the “until you’re a parent, you can never understand” card at every girls-night or bachelorette party, and brings the kid along to such gatherings because she “can’t” leave her BAYBEE with his father “because he doesn’t know how to take care of him,” then I’m positive.
I’m not sure if I’m just ambivalent about motherhood or if I’m petrified of becoming THAT MOM.
