I’m not good with children. Especially those 1-2 year olds, who resemble rolling potatoes, talking baby things you don’t understand and looking at you expecting something, you don’ know what.
So whenever someone decides (for whatever the hell reason) to let their kid for a few moments with me, I have no idea what to do with it. It’s all good when mommy is around, but as soon as I’m alone with this sack of potatoes, I keep thinking I’ll get it killed somehow.
I keep thinking that if a lift her up, her neck is going to break, if she runs too fast she’s going to fall face flat on the ground and break her skull, if she eats something she’ll choke and suffocate. Babies are dumb you know, you have to watch them constantly so they don’t die.
So, whenever I’m alone with a burrito-like child, it keeps looking at me with this huge button eyes, probably thinking the lady in front of it is the most boring person in the world. And I’m just staring at it, thinking of the worst case scenario and how to prevent it.
Fashiony part: It’s great to be able to whore around and feel the sun warming your butt (and not the razor blade of cold doom cutting through your skin). Can’t think of a better way to describe the first joyful days of Spring!
Dress-nowistyle, oversize cap- random store, studded jacket- DIY, boots- New Yorker, bag-nowistyle.