Visiting Miss M

Last weekend Little One and I had the honor of visiting Miss M. M is the sweet little girl I looked after before Little One came along, and I have been missing her lots, so we went to introduce two of my fave girls to each other.
M, by the way, is possibly an alien, or one of those AI machines, or maybe just a freak of nature. The child is preternaturally angelic. No, really. She has always slept through the night, eaten veggies, and shared her toys. She is like one big walking pile of sugar, which is why, when M's parent's said "oh, remember how hard things were when M was a baby?" it made me giggle and giggle. That's like saying, "gosh, remember how poor I was back when I only had one billion dollars?"
We had lots of fun on our visit, and M was very sweet patting the baby very carefully, pointing out her elbows and ears, and helping me give her a bottle. Plus we had a tea party.
I would love to show you how, incredibly, M is as cute as she is sweet, but despite my assertions in the previous post I do know M's parents well enough to know that they would almost definitely call out Scotland Yard and take up some pitchforks if I really put their baby girl up on the internet for all the crazies to see. No offense. So I have discreetly edited and left out any pics with defining characteristics visible.
Still, even though you can't see M's cute face, you can probably tell that we had fun. Until, of course, the evening came and Little One's screaming time arrived, at which point we made a hasty escape, because screaming infants in the car are way better than screaming infants in other people's houses.
Though I confess I was tempted, just a little, to stay awhile and let them witness the awesome terror that is the GERD-baby. Just to help M out, you know, get her some of the credit she deserves by having never in her life cried for more than 12 minutes (this is an actual record, by the way). However, as much as I love M, I like her parents too, so it seemed untoward torture them.
Besides, it wouldn't really be fair to Little One. GERD-baby mode is really not at all her fault, and it leaves an unfair impression. Underneath all the screaming and writhing, she's a pile of sugar too. See?