I wonder sometimes if the horrible noises that all these people are making are somehow relevant, you know? Like they’re somehow communicating with one another. Maybe even exchanging ideas?
Do you think they might be trying to make a better bottle for me?
Or discovering that my swing needs fresh batteries?
Lamenting how slow they are to swap out my diapers?
I mean, clearly they’re not as smart as we are. No one’s disputing that. But something tells me that hairy-faced guy might actually be trying to tell me something when he’s sticking his tongue out and making those crazy noises.
Maybe I have something on my face?
Guess we’ll never know.