Yuck babies how gross Those little tikes that spit and slobber Gotta change those stinky diapers Uh oh, he started crying Here you take him. Yuck, babies, how gross Look Mom, he's rolling in the mud, more clothes to wash O my, he's gonna get in trouble for that That was moms favorite vase. Yuck, babies, how gross Eating mud, crayons, rocks Chewing on everything they can get a hold of Let go of my hair, it's attached you know. Yuck, babies, how gross Can't wait till this thing gets older Then I can take him to some wild parties Then I can actually have someone to talk to Awww, just look at him, he fell asleep, how precious. MOM! The baby got sick. Yuck, babies, how gross.Birth sign: Pisces
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