I'm being a baby

today i saw this little baby shrieking on the bus while his mother held him and tried to sooth him. His little body was going through tremors shook by ferocity of his feeling, his wrinkled little red face swallowed up by his giant mouth, his wailing a defiant but futile protest against the indignities of the world, or the cold, or whatever it was he was protesting with such fury.

a little waft of that sweet baby smell and a glimpse of his perfectly formed little fingers garnered my sympathy. there there little baby, i thought. i know just how you feel and i wish someone would wrap me in a blanket and take care of me too.