And now, Horrifying Baby Hour

I'm about 3 weeks behind on updating anything, but the task of catching up is so daunting that I'm just going to continue avoiding it for now, and instead muse about how terrifying shopping for children's clothing must be for parents in Cairo. Some recent happenings such as goats on taxis or coming back from the Red Sea in a minibus full of Cairo ballerinas (who were all from Eastern Europe), have gone disappointingly unphotographed for various reasons. Inane, inanimate oddities, however, are easier to catch on film.

Preface: Individual kids tend to just annoy me. They offer nothing but constant movement and noise-making (kinda like Cairo), with none of the redeeming offerings of fun people, cheap tasty foods, and structured insanity. When they stop moving and quiet down, though, kids start to scare me. Encase them in plastic, and it's nightmare-fodder. On one of my wanders around the shopping districts downtown (down Talaat Harb for anyone around), I stumbled upon Hell.

Stores upon stores, windows alongside windows, of well-dressed, lifeless, ever-staring mannequins of children. Freakin hundreds of them.

This first window actually wasn't too bad - just obedient little girls cheerfully watching their serpent overlord arrive from somewhere to the right of the photo.

This scene bothered me because of the vague "grab your junk, grab your junk" motion that some of the kids are practicing. Little albino girl disapproves and quietly plots something on her own.

I WILL RISE AGAIN


Here we witness the classic "pillar of children" so common in the nightmares of wicked people. My favorite babies are the ones with their heads cocked/kicked/twisted at odd angles.


Yuppie-children with their little ties and vests, thinking of murder.

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