Wow, not alot o'posting. Sorry, still trying to get my footing in this new terrain. I would describe it as reminiscent of that old outfielder bit:
"I got it, I got it, I got it!
I don't got it."
The *plunk* is when I drop the baby.
I am trying to work out in my brain what the evolutionary advantage is for a baby to scream their fool head off. Everything else about a baby seems well designed to elicit the caring response in others of its species, but this screaming- after a certain point, the response is more: "Maybe if I leave her outside a nice wolf will come along and decide to raise her".
Again: kidding! Please don't call social services, there aren't even any wolves where I live.
The odd coyote, maybe.
But really, those "I got it!" moments sure beat all.
And then there are the feets:
*a No-Prize to the reader who can tell me why that headline for this post.