Teen Mom

I did not sign up for Child Development. I signed up for Ceramics. But, I somehow ended up in Child Development. Originally, I meant to drop that class and pick up a different fun class. But, unfortunately, my go to class, Culinary Arts, was taught by the same teacher. So I stuck it out.
Then this happened.

This picture prompts a lot of unanswered questions. Why is the baby asian? Why is it wearing such a hideous outfit? Why is it strapped in while on the floor? Who in the world would trust me with a robot baby?
Fortunately I have answers. It was the only one left, the outfit has snaps so I can get to its diaper, I don't plan on ever taking it out of that thing, and my child development teacher.
Tomorrow I have to lug that little peach around school all day. Luckily, I was able to pick it up after school today. Now that I have every hard surface wiped down with clorox wipes, I am ready to be a parent????
Oh no, one minute until the demon turns on and probably starts crying.
Why could I not have just been in ceramics?

Cheers,
Cayla

p.s. it just squealed

Update: Someone is not too pleased with this new addition

I am beginning to feel the same way