To What Miserable Wretches Have I Been Born?

Q: How do you breed contempt?A: Have a baby. Hey. Its me. Your baby. Let me say, first off, that I love you. I do. Youre a great parent. You do a lot of things right. I know how devoted you are to me and how invested you are in hitting this whole parenting thing out of the playground. Okay. Now that Ive given you the validation I know you need, lets get a few things clear . . . Im not as innocent as you think I am. You dont realize it because youre blinded by my sweet good looks, but I am aware of way more than I can convey. I feel more than I can express. I have more going on in my soft, little baby brain than you could possibly imagine. Until now. The book youre holding finally reveals the complexities and nuances of my life so far. From my point of view. Unapologetic. Unplugged. Unswaddled. Be warned . . . its not always adorable.