"Yeah," I thought, "Baby." "Neat."
But the 'toothless worm' as I call him now is determined to grow and become something or someone else.
Someone who needs a dresser.
Someone who needs stitches.
Someone who needs orange slices for half-time at the soccer match.
The entire spectrum of the things he will need is, ... is, ....unfathomable.
Allright. Let's just take this one minute at a time.
At this pace, each minute is almost unbearably pleasant.
