|MY BELOVED GRAND-DAUGHTER, PIGGLY WIGGLY, defaced by her own mother. |
(That does it. I'm kidnapping her.)
It's Friday and, because it's spring in Canada, it's cold enough to freeze the silicone in a pair of fake hooters. For those three reasons alone, you deserve a chuckle. Perhaps even a bellylaugh. And while my moron editor's face is always good for cheap snickers, I respect you too much to subject you to that (unless you want me to) so we're going with my granddaughter's face instead. My daughter texted this to me, the first in what is rapidly becoming a series of Mommy's Bored So I'm Going to Put Things on Your Helpless Little Head photos, and I guffawed out loud. On the GO train. Like a madwoman.
Leaving aside the fact that a more appropriate response might have been to call the Child Protection Authorities, and also the fact that my daughter seems to have a disturbing number of slatternly headpieces at her disposal, there is something oddly intriguing about this photo. I'm not sure what it is. I can't quite put my finger on it. But there's something ... something. Ah! Got it! I've just realized that Piggly Wiggly looks exactly like Rob Ford must have looked as a baby. Or right now.
I'M AFRAID TO ASK HIM IF ANY OF HIS WIGS ARE MISSING ...
so I'll just make my moron editor do it.