I miss those days with my girlfriends, on the patio of our favourite coffee place at 4pm, just us enjoying a cup of java and chatting non stop.

I miss having those evil-eye discussions when we could look at people passing by us while closely criticising  “Yeah, that is a nice outfit”, “oh, no that doesn’t look good sister”, “uh, is that her father? ewwww!”.

Nine months have elapsed until I realized I was showing the exact same behaviour, but this time in a playground.

Oh playgrounds you are such a magic place where diversity is found and a place where a good laugh and fun is discovered. But, in this case for me and for me only.

As I was just looking at all those kids my mind started working at the highest RPM that exists. And then I prayed “Oh God, please save me, I don’t want to go to hell. Please, dear mother of Fonzie keep me away of the bad road and preserve any coolness, pretty please”.

And then, you know you are going for it. You feel it slipping away, like water. That bad thing you want not to do, not to say.

“wow, many kids are ugly here”.

Noooo! I said it.

I giggled.

I guess my pray didn’t work. I know I’ll rot in hell and I deserve it.

I know I am bias to my kid – because, that’s what I heard most mums do – but I call it spade to spade, baby M is so damn cute and gracious. Everywhere she goes steals someone’s attention, except teens’ because they are evil and think they are the only ones cute and gracious on the planet.

But being fair – and to amend a little bit of my sin – I also think there are so many babies cutter than mine – I just haven’t really met them yet. Sorry, I did it again.

Are we all this bias when it comes to our own?