The other day I babysat the new arrival from next door.
She’s sweet and round and smiley and cute and a little stinker and hungry and observant and loud and generally a very curious creature to the kitties- just like me.
And like me- even though she arrives with accoutrement galore, she needs more stuff.
I mean, where is the motorized stroller with built-in GPS? And standard stemmed wine glass holder?
And the bag that holds additional Manolo Blahnik’s- you know, the ones with the kitten heels (’cause a gal has to look good- but can’t seem too obvious) and not just diapers.
I mean, she didn’t even have her Baby Visa in her possession, so just how were we supposed to go shopping?
What she did have was a bunch of soft food (but not escargot- jeez), a few pretty outfits (but no couture!) and a lot of toys (but not the right ones- if ya know what I mean).
So really, she needs more stuff, or at least the Right Stuff…