Regarding cooking school

Meg: According to the website after graduation you can manufacture baby food.

Me: Ew.

Meg: Don't "ew," you big liar. I see the ulterior motive here. You want a self-sustaining baby farm.

Me: I hate babies.

Meg: Apparently not. You're going to make food for them, professionally. Baby chef.

Me: HATE THEM

Meg: And yet you are so inexplicably drawn to their service. They are hungry toothless sirens to you. And damp. Babies are damp.

Me: You are killing me.

Meg: I'm cracking myself up, too. It's kind of sad.