As mentioned in my prematurely ended previous post, Fiona recently gave birth to Mia, our gorgeous daughter. Due entirely to that same gorgeous daughter, both Fiona and I are suffering the effects of sleep deprivation, to the point I’m no longer sure I can trust my own eyes.
Today, I was looking at the box for the baby gym we bought for Mia, and felt a creeping sense of unease washing over me. It took me a few seconds to realise why, but then it hit me.
Check out the picture below. According to the box, the bit there at the top of the gym is supposed to be a mirror, but look at it more closely. The reflection is all wrong. Not only is it reflecting far too close up and at a near-impossible angle, the baby’s facial expression is completely different!
Rather than buy our baby a gym with a mirror on it, we’ve brought home what I can only assume is a portal to some other dimension. On the one hand, considering the price we paid, it seems like quite a bargain. On the other hand, I could end up battling an evil alternate version of myself before the week’s out.
I wonder if it’s too late to take it back.
OMG, That’s scary! You sure one of Mr Mumbles’ pals hasn’t crept in? Take it bak. Take it back. And get rid of that box immediately. Then bolt all the doors, windows and cat-flaps and live off cans for the next month!