The Baby from Hell

Hey Guys,

 Last friday I received a RealCare baby from my science teacher in exchange for 5 extra credit points that I would earn. I assumed that it wouldn't be that hard, but little did I know the agony I would have to endure. When it first turned on at 7 p.m. on Friday, I was getting anxious because it wouldn't do anything. Then an hour later it started to cry, and it wasn't that bad either. At one point, it started crying as I was eating, and so my cousin decided to feed me while I fed my baby. My other cousin took a picture and put it on Facebook; This isn't the publicity I wanted. I thought that maybe if it stayed this way it would be an easy 5 points, just like that, but I was sadly mistaken. The baby decided it would be great to wake up at around 3 A.M. to cry its "eyes" out, until I fed it for at least 15 minutes. Not only that, but it's cry is so loud that it woke up my cousins.  After the first night of no sleep, I was tempted to keep the baby outside for the duration of the project. Luckily on Saturday, it was asleep for almost the entire day! I guess it takes a lot of effort to stay awake from 3 to 8 crying and being fed, because that is so hard isn't it? Taking the baby to the Superbowl was one of the worst ideas I've ever had. I assumed my little cousins who love dolls would take care of it and I was clear. Who'd have guessed that they had their friends over and wanted no part of my project, and I ended up having to sit dejected in the corner for the entire second half of the Superbowl feeding, burping, changing, and thinking malicious thoughts to my child. For some reason, drunk, Indian uncles decided that it would be funny if they slapped the child to see if it was "real." I don't understand if this is something they do to their own child, or that they think its orthodox? The last hour felt like an eternity. Counting down the minutes, I was overly enjoyed that he finally turned off! The first thing I did was to lift it by the leg and swing it all over the house, then I resumed my sanity and stuffed it into its carrier, never wanting to see its face again. Thankfully, I slept in for the next 2 days without the rude interruption of the baby. Peace and Bliss!