My Little Golden Book of Phobias

Waiting for another baby. Tonight in the Thai restaurant I saw a young family with a wee baby with no hat and bare feet. The grandma took them to dinner. They're exhausted and dazed. I almost got up to tell them to go back to their warm house with their babe and go to sleep, in a cave of blankets. Sometimes we're not intuitive. That's where I come in, all bossy and scold-y.

Sweet dreams, all you babies and your parents who have no idea what they're doing. No idea. And that's just the beginning.

Off to my bed where I'll pass out until the pager goes off again.