Funny, and a little confusing. At first I thought the narrator was talking to her baby, and when it got to the alcohol I thought it was a man. Later when she gave him a biscuit I thought it was a mentally disabled man. Now I'm not sure if it was just her man, an alcholic and immature man, or if she really is talking about having babies with someone who actually and medically has the brain capacity of a child--a little disturbing, but it would explain why the world is full of morons.
Not sure what to think, exactly, about the story, but I like the style of writing you chose to convey it.