Here's my first and my favorite brat. I'm sorry but I spoil her more than the others. My Penny Lane.

Her reaction to the beach which she hated. Can't believe she's mine. Maybe takes after the dad more than me.
My second, Jacob Bastien. All of them are imaginary but this one was inspired by someone who, thankfully, is not in Facebook. He is just as red though.

After giving him cough syrup
Holla bitches!
The most recent addition to my collection. Soleil. Made with Tin, yes a woman. I'm no lesbian tho, I'm not even bisexual. Neither is she. Everything in jest. She is the cutest I must admit. And the only baby that doesn't enjoy marshmallows. Gotta love that.
Yes, I made her eat liver.
Why did I post this nonsense? Well, anybody who knows well knows that I don't ever want to be a mother. EVER. Just because I am allergic to commitments. Duh, the longest job I had lasted for only 3 mos and the longest "valid" relationship I've had lasted 5 mos tops (more about that in other posts). A child will suffer in my midst. But then again, as I always say, people don't change, they just become more complicated. So maybe chalk this up for another complication of mine. I'm gushing over babies with .swf file extensions. So maybe, and I do mean maybe I will consider motherhood. But for now, I'm single, I'm fly and I'm loving life BUT I will never, ever run out of things to complain and think about. If I do, that means I have completely gone insipid and useless.
Holla bitches!
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