How was she supposed to know?
My brother has a one year old. The rest of my friends have new borns or six-month olds. Fresh babies. They have yet to experience the woes of this world. It feels good, holding babies. You connect with them, and for a split second you realize that you could be the one to help them feel less pain and sorrow. Make a funny face, they smile. Say something in baby talk, and they look at you in amazement. Its simple. And for only a quick moment you think back about what it was like to have no cares in the world. We joke about babies and say that all they have to think about is eating, sleeping, and pooping, yet essentially, they don't have to worry about that either. Parents (aka baby's personal assistant) puts the baby down when it is time to rest, or when the baby cries to let you know that it wants a break. Babies don't even have to wipe their own butts, or even stand up to pee.
Sheesh, they have it so easy.
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