Shit happens.

You can lament over things you have no control over, or you can admit that you have no control and move on.

1. Do I feel sorry for that child and her parents? Without a doubt, after having a child of my own, just the thought of something like that tears my guts out. A few weeks ago my hippie sister came over to visit my daughter and had drenched herself in Pachooli. She held my daughter and about 5 minutes later my daughter's face started to swell up after having an allergic reaction. I was utterly horrified at the the thought that something terrible might happen, and I would be utterly powerless to do anything about it. Needless to say, some Benedryl, and a yelling at my hippie sister to take a fucking shower and not be a dirty fucking pig-like animal, my baby was fine.

2. Does the growth on that childs head actually look like a Mr. Potatohead? Yup. Is that funny in an utterly sick and twisted way, like when I laugh at the guys on "Jackass" when they kick each other in the balls? Yup.

Sorry if I used humor as a defence mechanism with regards to subject matter that is deeply tragic.