I am not sure when I started to look at people and think about them when they were babies. I think it must have been soon after I had a baby of my own.
It’s a habit I still can’t shake – I look at people on the street, on TV, in the supermarket and think that once they were babies too. Once they were innocent and pure and had cheeks that you wanted to pinch and cute little thigh and elbow dimples. I can almost smell their newborn odour.
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