So I was walking back from lunch in beverly hills the other day when I saw a cute little baby, all wobbly on her feet like a miniature drunk, who had one of those child-leashes on. I've seen those before, (at theme parks, usually, with the trail of children like a sad little train,) but what disturbed me was that the other end of this toddler's leash was tied to the bottom of a chair. In front of the entry to a busy starbucks. Her mother was sitting in the chair having a chat and a carefree 97 degree non-fat venti double shot dash of soy vanilla latte, not noticing her baby almost get smashed by the swinging door of the coffee shop. It wasn't until a little poodle knocked the kid over (which was kind of funny) and she started crying that the mother, irritated that she'd been interrupted, set the kid upright, cooed at her a bit, then went right back to her conversation.
Since when did kids become accessories?
God, a baby would really go well with this new Prada ensemble...
(on a completely separate note, here's a little guilt-free way to waste some time: http://www.freerice.com/)
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