Prologue

Babies. Toddlers. I loooove them. Eek! Just thinking about them makes me squeal like a girl. Wait, I'm a girl. Moving on! How can I not love them, they are waaaay tooooo cuuuute. Their hands, their fingers, their tummies, their cheeks, their legs, their drools. You may say "Ew..!" but their drools smell good. Hmmm...baby smells good. And when they run they look like they are jumping or rather bouncing. Aww..can't they be more cute? Le sigh.

My friends used to call me an obsessive pedophile. Hmmph! I'm not obsessed. Obsessed is another word of love for psycho. I'm not psycho. Though sometimes I act like an abnormal, but I Am Not Psycho. Pedophile? Oh my dog, I Am Straight. As straight as ummm, stripper pole. Yeah, stripper pole. Back to business, I like boys and men. Give me a man, I'll kiss him to death. The point is, I Love Babies And Toddlers! P.E.R.I.O.D.