I have the perfect business concept for anyone who wants to finance it: Baby Cafe!

I think it’s self-explanatory but in case you’re picturing a cafe that serves Babies on Toast or something, no, it will be like a Cat Cafe, only with babies to cuddle instead of cats.

WHY DON’T WE HAVE THESE ALREADY?

Baby Cafes would not only bring joy to baby aficionados, they would provide respite and income to stressed-out new mothers. They would ensure that babies receive the tactile affection so necessary for emotional health. They are a win win win!

I think the employees should wear crisp white vintage nurse uniforms, for  an aesthetic that says Clean, Safe, and Professional.  Employees would have to be bonded, obviously.

Patrons would first wash their hands before being seated.

The babies would be laying in nice wicker baskets or maybe little fake cabbage patch gardens.

Patrons will get to wrap the babies in little blankies, feed them with little bottles of their mommies’ milk, burp them, and play simple baby games like One Little Piggy Went To Market. The employees will be available for diaper changes.

Listen, I’m not the only person who craves babies. I know plenty other women and girls who go nuts at the sight of a baby. We just want to hold them and smell them and stroke their little heads. We want to pick out the lint between their toes. You know why?

Because we are fucking mammals, that’s why.

Cat Cafes started in Taiwan and spread to Korea and Tokyo before showing up in Europe and the US.  At first, I found them intriguing but having seen pictures, I am now pretty disgusted. Cats are destructive predators even though you are so mad I just said that.

Cats prey on endangered birds and were once classified as vermin. They carry a parasite  that can lead to schizophrenia in humans. Their tainted feces can be deadly to other animals and we all know they are dangerous to pregnant women and people with suppressed immune systems.

Does this look appetizing?

If you answered yes, just go away now. We’ll never understand each other.

The time is ripe for Baby Cafe. Think of the millennials who love their cold brewed coffee and don’t have time to have children because they’re busy taking selfies and Ubers. They don’t want to own houses or cars or start families because they don’t even like their own families.

But babies are cute and adorable and lower your blood pressure and help to fulfill a biological drive that technology has not yet entirely extinguished.

Babies are everything.

The other day, my husband was playing some boring dirge-like music in the car, and I quietly sang along, repeating the word “babies” through every tune. It was entertaining for one of us, let me tell you.

Okay then. Baby Cafe: Who’s in?

Sea has been in Tokyo with Mom, Mom’s   handmaiden friend, and Ronnie. Above, Sea and Ronnie visit a Cat Cafe where people pay $10 to hang out with some cats. Don’t even ask.

At first, Sea thought the cat thing was kind of perverted, and she should know; but now she gets it. I’m glad someone does!

What I don’t get is Ronnie. What happened to Amit?!?!? He’s still alive and blogging, so we don’t have to worry about him getting wacked. But what’s the Ronnie deal? Does she collect Asian-looking guys like shoes? Or is Ronnie pretending to be her boyfriend? Was he friends with Amit? Did Mom pay for Ronnie to fly to Tokyo or was he already there? Is Ronnie concerned about being an appendage to Sea?

Here’s the exciting news: Mom reports that they have some “last minute shopping” to do before they come home tomorrow! Yay!

Sea doesn’t want to hear your opinion but you can leave it here anyway. I will go first:

Dear Sea, The cat thing is stupid. No matter how you try, you’ll never be as “weird” as you want to be. Give up! Spending money is your true calling. Can’t wait to see your new crap! Love, xoSW