Or friends without quotation marks. I mean, what profoundly fascinating things does your infant have to say to me via social media?
In the past week, I have received three Facebook
friend requests from the infants of friends and family. Now, either these are super genius infants
who escaped the womb already possessing a mastery of the English language, an
understanding of the internet and social media, and some super sweet typing
skills or they have parents that want me to fly, drive or walk to wherever they
are located and slap the shit out of them.
(The parents, not the babies).
If you want to post pictures of your baby on your
own Facebook page, awesome. I will “like”
the photo of little Ian passed out next to dad; both sprawled in the same
position. And maybe comment on how
adorable little Dorothy is sitting in her high chair with her face and chest
covered in what looks to be some sort of combination of avocados and…
blueberries? I don’t know. But it’s adorable and maybe I will make fun
of her for eating just like her mom did when we were in high school. I can even handle people posting their
ultrasound pictures on social media, though I will judge you for it, that judgment will be mostly silent. But don’t make profiles for your fucking
baby. And, if you do, don’t try to make
me be friends with them. I don’t give a
shit about your baby. I mean, I am
excited that you have a super awesome child and that he/she is healthy and that
you are just so proud and happy and whatever of every thing your baby does, but
babies can’t talk. (Disclaimer: if we are actually good friends, chances are that I do actually give a shit about your baby, but if we are good friends, I'm pretty sure that you would never do this). And I imagine that if
they could, they wouldn’t say anything terribly profound or interesting. Get your baby a fake I.D. and a fake
moustache and maybe I will take your baby out for a beer and we can see if we
have anything in common. Maybe your baby is really good at darts. If we do, or
even if we don’t but they are hilarious to hang out with, then maybe I will be
their Facebook friend. But not until they are old enough to make and
monitor their own account. Are your
babies going to start Tweeting soon, too?
Or maybe posting pictures they take of themselves in bathroom mirrors on
Instagram?
Maybe I will feel differently once I am on the other
side of motherhood. But here, on the
still-childless, 29 weeks pregnant side, I just want to slap you.
That is all.
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