|Exploded with babies...|
|...walking away in slo-mo.|
What's that? I'm almost 26 and should probably get with the program? Before I become the creepy old woman at the bar?
|Well, still beats being the creepy old man. |
Am I right, ladies?
As long as I can give them back.
|Yes. Even you.|
But since they're young and socially inept, there's also a tendency for little kids to dissolve into tiny, fleshy sacks of parental embarrassment whenever they're in a public place.
At least that's what I assume the mom of the little boy who peed all over the floor of the local Gymboree felt, as she rushed out of the store with her child tucked under her arm like a football.
|Just marking my territory, mom.|
|Pennywise has nothing on Gymbo.|
|...not apple juice.|
It's a kid's store, god knows this wasn't the first accident those faux wood floors have handled. Just give us a heads up so we can utilize the hazmat suits.
I did not want her neutralizing me.
|She may have been a serial mom, or a ninja.|
Perspective gained: It's just kid pee.