“I call her THE BEAST, what is your baby’s ‘nickname?’”
The perky woman recoiled slightly. She was dressed in an identical outfit to her 2 month old daughter—denim shorts, shirt tied at the belly and a little red bandana on the head...sans diaper...I can only hope.
“Oh...our baby’s nickname is ‘Peanut’ because she is so small.”
“We call our baby 'The Beast' because I am sure she is the spawn of the devil...but I am just guessing. It is SO hard to think with so little sleep, I have not had time to research.”
The big twin tightened her grip on the tiny twin and slowly backed away from me and my Beast Baby.
For heavens sake...cannot new mothers be honest with one another without being judged?