Babies are freaky. They stare at you with those little features and expressive eyes, but you aren’t quite sure what they’re trying to express. Then they point and laugh, and you know you can’t get angry because they’re babies and they have no perception of proper conduct, but at the same time you get really self-conscious and think that the baby sees something that everyone else wants to laugh at but are too refined to do so.
If I had a baby, I’d make sure it was always wearing some amusing outfit, so that it would look more like a monkey and less like an evil creature plotting my demise.
(image: jennifer somebody)