Babies

I saw a baby on the bus today. It made me think of the best time I ever had, playing with my feet and making sounds devoid of any context. Those were the days. Of course, lacking control of my wastes was a big problem, but I had a mother who loved me so much she gladly changed my diaper. Yea, good times. No pressure being a baby: just do whatever you want and cry bloody murder you get hungry. I tried expressing that to those nearby on the bus, but I was ignored. When you're a baby, you hardly ever are ignored, and if you are, you have your feet to play with. Utterly fascinating.