It happened last weekend.
I was sitting in a cafe with my sister when something caught my attention.
A pram. I knew what would be inside, but somehow I still wasn’t prepared. The pram came to a halt just inches from our table, and that’s when I saw it.
A foot. A tiny, silly, flat, pointless little foot.
WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH THAT FOOT YOU DON’T NEED IT, IT’S NOT LIKE YOU CAN GO ANYWHERE.
Maybe it was the fact I was slightly hungover, or maybe it was the generally tumultuous state of my life, but my reaction was… inappropriate.
Upon seeing a baby who can’t have been more than six months old, I cried. Actual tears came out of my eyes. Because of the cuteness.
