I was colicky baby. Instead of keeping me in my crib, I slept on my Dad's stomach. He used to show me where I came to from up under his chin. Apparently it was the only way anybody slept at all. I'd cry. He'd pat my butt until I passed gas. Then I'd fall asleep.
When I'm out in public and there's a baby screaming, I almost immediately want to kill somebody; not usually the baby. It takes a second or so to tune it out. I think it's designed to get on your last good nerve.
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Date: 2006-09-26 04:23 am (UTC)When I'm out in public and there's a baby screaming, I almost immediately want to kill somebody; not usually the baby. It takes a second or so to tune it out. I think it's designed to get on your last good nerve.