To the beach (I wish)

Keisha, the battery-operated doll that my daughter brought home from her child development class, has gone back to school and I couldn't be happier. Like a real baby, the doll cries when it wants to be fed, changed, burped ... or for no apparent reason at all. If my daughter (the student) didn't attend to the "baby's" needs pronto, a printout will tell the tale--and she'll be docked points. Did I mention the doll cries all through the night?

If this doesn't dissuade teens from having children before it's time, nothing will.

Needless to say, I felt a bit like a grandma this weekend (horrors!!!), which is why I'm relating to that sign above. Kind of feel like going to the beach. Want to join me? LOL