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What’s the dealio, yo?

A while back, I made a kinda ham-fisted joke here about hipster babies. (The joke, I suppose, was that the very notion of hipster babies seemed just inherently silly and ridiculous to me.) Well, let’s just say, I hadn’t gone shopping for baby clothes in American Apparel at that point…

Incidentally, I’m no longer too concerned about Lola becoming a hipster baby. But she can be moody all the same. On Monday, I was 15 minutes late to pick her up from the creche. Straight away, I could tell I was in the bad books with her. She refused to look directly at me or to respond to anything I said.

Can’t say I was too put out about it all.

Memo to ten month old babies: Tranquil silence is not the most potent weapon in your arsenal. Not by a long shot…