I bet a lot of expectant moms dream of how adorable their baby is going be. They picture an angelic creature that probably sparkles with purity and goodness.
Here’s what I picture:
Just imagine that popping out of your lady parts. Go head. I’ll give you some time to let it sink in.
It’s not okay. I don’t want a Voldemort baby.
So, I’m coming to you for a bit of reassurance. If there’s anyone on the planet who can convince me my baby won’t come out hungry for death and revenge, it’s you guys.
Here’s what we have to work with.
This is me, striking a pose. If I’d had hair, I bet it would have been blowing lusciously behind me.