baby carnival

I wrote this in an email to Ashley tonight, and I thought, Oh this is a good one.

I'm also having baby issues. It's like this: When I'm walking through Safeway, or along Broadway, and a baby comes along, it's as if the whole world has suddenly turned into various shades of grey and the baby stroller is a kaleidoscope of spinning colour (like a hallucination when you're terribly ill with fever) and a voice inside my head screams, "DON'T LOOK AT THE BABY DON'T LOOK AT THE BABY!"