Thursday, 5 March 2015

PIGGLY IS SOMEHOW STARVING HERSELF CHUBBY


Despite my earlier vow to swear off Whorrifying anybody for the foreseeable future (note to everybody: I suck at vows just ask my ex-husbands) here is an itty bitty wisp of a post, and really I'm sure you can see why I couldn't help myself. Because, Jesus, just look at this kid! Remember a few weeks ago when we all thought Piggly was dying? Or at least trying to because good Lord, if there's no such thing as infant anorexia that's only because the geniuses who decide these things have never witnessed the grim charade that is Piggly at mealtime. The child does not eat. Like, at all. So please explain these cheeks to me. Do these look like the emaciated cheeks of a starving child or do these look like the rosy magnificent jowls of an Inuit child weaned on sunshine and blubber? Piggly Wiggly, you maddening little nutter, I frickin LOVE you. 

EDITOR'S NOTE You forgot to mention the most important thing: We have resumed the game of Things on Piggly Wiggly's Head!
MY NOTE It's not a game if it's supposed to be there. (Yup. He's still an idiot.)