Baby Carrot

I was visiting with a young mother today whose three-year-old daughter was instantly leery of me.  I tried to be  Happy, Friendly Pre-K Lady but she wasn’t having any of it.  When she finally ventured over  with her baby doll, I chirped sweetly, “What’s your baby’s name?”  She took a step closer and whispered, “My baby’s name is Baby Carrot.”  I ecstatically cooed over the dolly and gave it a tender little kiss on the forehead.  Surreptitiously rubbing her baby’s head clean, she leaned over and quietly informed me, “Baby Carrot doesn’t like you.”   I guess you could say I have a certain genius when it comes to children.