I came downstairs from a nap last night to find my baby on the couch, not wearing any pants, propped up watching Mexican soap operas and with what appeared to be a drunken milk binge worth of bottles strewn at her feet.
Nice. Nobody can ever say that hillbilly's do not exist in Mexico.
The very first thought to run through my head was "Damn, all she needs is a bag of Cheeto's and she'd be one 2a.m. infomercial away from true couch potato status.
Ahhhhh that's better, teach 'em young I say.
Of course the inevatable happened - only one thing can come from a drunken milk/Cheeto/soap binge - nekkid jungle gym playing.