Wife sent me an email a little while ago that actually shocked me. She’s up reading mom blogs (shaddup, she’s pregnant) and came across this innocuous entry, where an overworked mom talks about forgetting her new baby. Queue up this comment by one “Liz”, the comment to end all internet comments and certainly kick off a Bram Stoker-winning career.

I never forget my baby. I can understand forgetting they are not old enough to do some things, but forgetting a baby? Isn’t that how kids get cooked in parked cars? Isn’t forgetting a baby the first step toward child neglect? I work my arse off managing a restaurant, a house, auto repairs, a social life, hobbies, writing a novel and look good doing it all. I cannot think of one instance where my 18mo’s safety and happiness is not number one. Am I over indulgent on my boy? My sex life is great, relationships are all healthy, stuff getting done, nobody left out. Is it posh to be vapid? More babies die every year being forgotten in cars and horribly seared, baked and fried, feeling every blistering degree maliciously oxidize their tender innocent incredibly sensitive and helpless infant flesh, in the sun. Or maybe the forgotten baby is simply forgotten and left in a store then abducted and tortured by their cherubic orifices stretched and torn, bleeding horrific fear and pain worse than any an adult can imagine while being brutally raped before their little forgotten baby body is excruciatingly pierced over and over by a cold steel blade or a bullet mercifully pulverizing the brain tissue. Then again the little darling baby might be forgotten on the roof of a vehicle in a car seat, then when the car move the baby slides off and her soft little baby skull is ripped open by hard gravel or concrete and baby bleeds out, screaming and forgotten, wondering why her mommy let her know what horrible agony is, what absolute fear is, and what its like to be forgotten. Is this supposed to be a satire or something? Its not funny.

Watch out, Ed Lee!