Tuesday, November 19, 2024

Memo to My Grandchildren

Today's title may have startled my adult and married children as well as their partners. I'm not known for subtlety (or anything else, for that matter) but I'm not suggesting or intimating anything. If I caused you to spill your coffee in consternation, I apologize.

Whenever I encounter an infant or toddler in a shopping trolley or pram, I always make it a point to welcome them to earth. Seriously. This place is pretty much a shit show and we adults made it that way, but the small ones don't know that, at least not yet. After all, you never get a second chance to make a good first impression and perhaps they'll remember that (or not).

Babies are not miniature people, but, rather, very nearly an entirely different species from us adults. 

And I suspect any resemblance to any other living person is not only purely coincidental but nearly miraculous
-bill kenny

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