“Everybody was a baby once, Arthur. Oh, sure, maybe not today, or even yesterday. But once. Babies, chum: tiny, dimpled, fleshy mirrors of our us-ness, that we parents hurl into the future, like leathery footballs of hope. And you’ve got to get a good spiral on that baby, or evil will make an interception.”
Are you on Facebook? Got friends on Facebook? Are they married? Do they have kids? Has your news feed turned into an endless baby photo reel? Feel left out? So do I.