Today I have to update you on the happenings around here. I should have done it by now, but I haven't sat at the computer long enough to do it yet. So, here goes. The Boy brought home a mechanical baby last weekend, and I am finally going to tell you all about it. This is what she looked like:
The Boy had "custody" of a regular, life-sized, newborn-baby doll, but this baby has a computer chip system in her back that randomly makes her cry--day or night. He has a set of keys that fit into slots in her back that will make her stop--each key say DIAPER, CHANGE, FEEDING, BURP, or ATTENTION, so he has to try each one to see what the baby needs.
After he "calms" the baby he has to log the solution and the time, on his baby care assignment sheet. It is for his Teen Living class at school, and is supposed to show the kids just how much work a baby really is--meanwhile showing them that teen pregnancy/parenthood would definitely not be fun. At least not now. The Boy did say at some poin tthis weekend, that he could see why it was better to be married before having kids. Then at least "you would have two people to gang up on the kid".
He was a good little "dad". But since he can't have leace this baby with a babysitter he already sees how much work a real baby would be. Good for him to recognize. Since he is the youngest here, he never saw a real baby in action. He was the action baby.
I have to hand it to the baby too. She went along with The Boy and Genius Golfer Friday to Saturday on their scout campout/rifle shooting expedition. I had to give her clothes a good wash--and I made The Boy give the baby a bath--when they got home. She smelled like campfire. Like "father like daughter, I guess.
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