Baked Goods

When I sat down to write a blog post tonight I was having trouble figuring out what to write about. So, I did some poking around the internet to see if there was something to spark my writing. I was striking out entirely until I wandered over to PerezHilton.com to rot my brain. Yes, I know. You think less of me now. But I spend a lot of time alone with small children. I need a break from their prattle on occasion. It comes in the form of celebrity gossip.

Having gotten that embarrassing little admission out the way let me tell you what I found.

This interview with Sarah Jessica Parker just astounds me. The more I think about it, the stabbier I get.

“I love the smell of diapers; I even like when they’re wet and you smell them all warm like a baked good,” she said.

Ok, lady, what the hell are you smoking these days? When has a child's diaper soaked with pee EVER smelled like a baked good? I've changed thousands of wet diapers and I'm sure I have thousands more to go. This analogy has NEVER leapt to mind.

“The only tragedy would be if their feet are bigger than mine,” Parker said.

Really. That would be the worst thing that could happen? Your twin girls couldn't borrow your shoes. What a tragedy. Nothing compares. Certainly not things like earthquakes that kill millions or children who die before their time. No, the real tragedy would be if your children HAD BIGGER FEET THAN YOU DO.

I'm left speechless and shaking my head. Wow. Just wow.