bundle of joy

i'd like to share with you all an experience i just had that i never, not in five million years, thought i'd have: this afternoon i found myself chasing a baby around the PCRU. for those of you not science-savvy like moi, that stands for pediatric clinical research unit, or the place where i do all my clinic visits.

this mother (of course she's 17) brought her one year old child in with her today, and if he wasn't the worst-behaved baby i've ever dealt with, he certainly ranks high on the list. then again, i haven't dealt with many one year olds. if i turned away for a moment, i'd find the baby either: a) sucking on a biohazard trashcan; b) attempting to break very expensive equipment; or c) grabbing my things from the desk and throwing them. this means that i had the baby in my lap for most of the visit. IN MY LAP. that's right, bitchy little faggot robert is now a kid person. i carried that baby around the clinic like a grandma with 13 babies; he rode around on my hip and listened to me when i talked to him.

good god.