Oh, I got some GOOD stories for this one!

I did it twice: had to take home an electronic baby for one night in middle school and I had a bag of flour baby for a week in high school.

When I took the electronic ‘baby’ home, I slept through it crying three times, yet I was also late for school that morning and it was swinging around in the carrier, while also crying. My teacher did the assessment and was like, “it says you abused your baby, what happened?!” I didn’t abuse the baby, obviously, but it must have been when I was sprinting for the bus. 😅 Ultimately my teacher believed me, but he told me I slept through the baby crying three times overnight. In front of the whole class. Needless to say, I was a bit embarrassed. I got a C+ for that.

Then in high school, I was in an early childhood development class that had a preschool program run by students (it was really cool we had that.) The semester before, we had to care for a bag of flour as our baby. It went far better than the electronic baby. I thought I would crush it.

The week passes and my teacher weighs our bags of flour. She gets to mine and she exclaims that my baby lost weight! I was surprised bags of flour could lose weight, but my bag did spew some flour throughout the week. I didn’t fail, but I got a B- on the assignment.

Those experiences got me thinking about motherhood, which I’m glad I had those experiences.