to the pointy hook in my husband's car: an open letter

dear pointy hook,

why do you continually poke my infant son in the head and make him cry? and why do you allude to the convenience you offer by existing? oh sure, someone could put hangers on you, someone who wears suits instead of pajamas like me.

and why is it that your design suggests that you can be removed? clearly you can't, or i would have succeeded in doing it by now.

so, pointy hook, let's call a truce. b/c we all know you win. if you like the sweetest boy, and the smiles he gives in your direction in spite of the harm you have done to his developing brain, please try to avoid his fontanel.

the sweetest mom

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