Last Friday as I was going for a leisurely stroll through the mall (meaning: I was running my tushy off in a vain search for Halloween accouterments before I had to run and get the kids at daycare), I saw that they were having a Beautiful Baby Contest.

I went up to the sign-in area where a few ladies were signing up their kids for the contest.  They gave the sign-in lady their entry form, pictures, and cash.

*blink*

Are you kidding me?  It’s a freakin’ contest and I have to fork over $50 for my kids to be in it?  Talk about a money making proposition! 

Of course everyone thinks they have beautiful children and think their lovely child will win.  Why not fork over the money, since they will obviously win, get a modeling contract and support me for the rest of my life while they live a glamorous life being a bulimic alcoholic drug-addict in NYC?  Who wouldn’t want that for their kids???

After a few sobering moments and some self-control on my part I decided I didn’t need society to tell me that my children were gorgeous.  I knew that already.  The proof is in the puddin’ people…