Yesterday I received a disturbing email at work.  It was from a colleague on maternity leave.  She sent attachments containing pictures of her baby.

The baby looked older than its years.  It scowled.  Its eyes were beady, and they seemed to peer into the depths of my soul.  Evil radiated off its face in thick, pungent waves.

I caught my breath.  I took a step back.  I pondered what I should do.  I thought about it long and hard.

Then I sat down at my keyboard and wrote a response: “Your baby is sooooooooooo CUTE!  ”

I hit “Send.”

And then I leaned back in my chair.

And I prayed to God I haven’t helped to doom the world.