Liz skimmed down the crumpled list that Jack had left for her. He and Avery were out of town and had appointed Liz to take care of the baby. Taking Liddy to childcare class, this shouldn't be too hard, right? For the most part, Liddy was a good baby. She cooed, chortled, and the crying was minimal. Although she did find that pulling Lizs hair, was very amusing.
Childcare classes went well, for the most part. Liddy was cooperative and babbled with the other todlers. Liz worried that Liddy might take after her father and try to boss the other babies around. She laughed at the thought of Liddy in a suit with a scowl on her face. Just like Jack.
It seemed as if Liz had only turned away for a few seconds when she heard a mother yelling "nonononono!" She turned around to see one of the toddlers yank Liddys hair. "Blerg!" She hurried over and picked up Liddy before the angry baby could retaliate. Liddy wailed and swatted her arms. "I am so sorry. I don't know what got into her. Is your daughter okay?" The woman was tall, with long dark wavy hair and deep brown eyes. She had D cup breasts and was definitely caucasian but had tan skin. She had the toned curvy legs of a marathon runner, the ass of a black stripper, and the arms of Michelle Obama. "It's okay, you know how kids are. She'll be fine." Liz bounced the angry toddler in her arms, in hopes to console her. "I want you to apologize to her right now, young lady." The child looked up with a nervous expression. "I am sorry." She cooed. "It's okay honey." Liz nodded.
"I'm Mary by the way." "Liz Lemon." She felt something wet on her chest. Great, baby vomit. Liddy was snoozing on her shoulder. Liz couldn't help but smile at the sleeping baby. "They're great aren't they?" Mary laughed. "Yeah, they really are. This little one, she isn't mine actually. I'm baby sitting for my boss. But I'm planning on adopting soon, so he sent me to childcare classes." "Aw. That's great. Adoption is one of the best things you can do. Ugh, and you don't have to go through the long hours of breast feeding." Liz grinned. Finally someone who didn't critisize her for not even having a child at 38. "Who says you need a man to start a family?" Mary smirked. "Who needs 'em?" "Not me!" They said simultaniously. "There's a mall down the block, we could go get lunch... and a new shirt." Mary chuckled. "That sounds great." Liz smiled.
They sat at a small French cafe and ate drank coffee. "So are you addopting from here, or out of country?" "Here. Nothing against Brad and Angelina or anything. But there are kids in America who need families too." "Oh those two are so overrated." "Thank you! Celbrities are ridiculous. I'm the head writer for a t.v show. It is hell keeping up them. They're like children." Liz rolled her eyes, thinking of Tracy and Jenna. "What show do you write for?" "The Girlie Show, With Tracy Jordan. On NBC." Mary gasped. "I love that show. Oh my god it's hilarious." Liz blushed. Someone who actually LIKED the show! "Thank you." she smiled.
