My Little Sack of Flour

     This past week in our P.E. Sex Ed Class, we had to carry a flour sack baby during our daily routine. Although this may not seem that bad, "Psh, just a sack of flour?" but it definitely tests an 8th grader's ability to care for something weaker than you. First of all, having to carry it everywhere means that playing during recess is a definite no because you can play soccer or basketball with a real baby. The soccer guys have formed a rotating ring of babysitters who switch out every time a goal is scored. Then there is also the weight. This extra 5 pounds of weight burdens your load of a backpack and a laptop. Also, you need to ensure that the baby doesn't fall, which makes it harder to care for. Remembering to get your baby after class is done is difficult because it hasn't been incorporated into your mind that: baby = your left foot, you can't leave class without it. This is experience has been relatively easier than the RealCare baby that I took home a couple of weeks ago, but it still is quite a task. By the way, My baby's name is Wonder Klaus.