Babies don’t like me.
Really. I have no idea what I did to offend them, but they have all declared war against me. Someone else could be holding a baby and she’ll be all happy and giggly and drooly, but as soon as that same baby is plunked down into my lap she turns into demon spawn. Her face turns red, fat tears fall down her cheeks, and she lets out this ear-piercing squeal.
I just had another of these encounters this past weekend. The baby was fine while my husband held her, but when he gave her to me she decided she wasn’t having any of that.
Toddlers and young children, however, seem to love me. My four-year-old nephew can’t get enough of me and always tells my husband that I am sitting next to him at dinner. Then he locks me in his room. (My nephew, not my husband.) I can only assume so that he can keep me to himself.