Remind me to never to eat the cupcakes at Sarah Jessica Parker's house, because, seriously, when she says things like "I love the smell of diapers; I even like when they're wet and you smell them all warm like a baked good" it makes me kinda never want to go near baked goods ever again. Which is disturbing, you know? Because without cupcakes, I'd have to take more Ativan.
I mean, I love babies as much as the next person. I've made two of them myself. But their diapers? Only smell like baked goods if you buy your baked goods IN HELL.
She had her twins by surrogate, though, so maybe she knows
something we don't, like, there are women somewhere - raised, say, at a
unicorn reserve on Sugar Candy Mountain with a diet of lollipops and
candy floss - who birth and nurse S'Mores-flavored babies who shit buttercream. That might explain it. Maybe.
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