Babies are so cute and loveable. It's hard to know when it's okay to hate them. Here are some babies you can hate.
This is a no brainer. A crying baby was practically put on the Earth to be hated. Your life is sad enough. You don't need a baby to remind you of what you did last night.
Again, you can definitely hate this baby. You didn't ask for a headache. You didn't ask to see this baby's disgusting tonsils and gums. What did you ask for? Some peace, quiet, maybe a job, and approval from your dad.
By all means, hate this baby! You don't shit your pants anymore (you hear that, dad?) and neither should this baby. Grow up, smell the roses and poop in the toilet like a human being.
You can hate this baby too. Big deal, you're taking your first steps. I don't give a fuck. I walk every day of my damn life and no one cares. "Wipe that smile off your face. You've got nothing to be proud of." -(What my dad said to me on my birthday this year).
This one is difficult, but you can hate this baby too. A smiling baby is mocking you. Reminding you that you will never be that happy. You will never get a job and your dad will never be proud of you. Close your mouth, baby. You've got nothing to be excited about. You sit around and lie in your own filth. I don't do that. I'm better than that, dad. I have an interview tomorrow and I'll get it this time. I swear.
You can and should hate this baby for reminding you that love does exist and your dad just doesn't love you.
He's not technically a baby, but he used to be, so you're definitely allowed to hate him! He doesn't even like or respect you, so why should you respect him? Oh, he gives you money sometimes to help with rent? Or as he calls it, "funding your pitiful, pathetic life." Thanks, dad! (But, please keep the money coming and give me an extra $50 this month. I want a suit for that interview.)
The only baby you should love. A baby that takes after you. A baby that, if you were his father, you'd be proud. I'm sorry I'm such a disappointment to you, dad.