Things can change very quickly in a baby’s world. Sometimes the Little Monkey will be kicking away on his playmat, and suddenly he’s assailed with a wrenching, terrible pain: “No-one has ever hurt like this before” he thinks, “All the light has gone out of the world, my whole being feels empty, I am the most dreadfully neglected, unhappy individual there has ever been!” And then he gets a mouthful of milk and muses “Well, this is nice; some lovely milk, and just when I was getting a tad peckish, don’t cha know. What a delightful day I’m having! Ah, look at mummy’s pretty face, she’s such a treat that I’ll give a little smile, she’s a sucker for those.”
And then at bedtime: “Well, I don’t care if it is dark, I’m having a smashing time, waving my limbs around, gurgling, I’m so awesome! Wait, daddy, why are you putting me down here, on my soft, sleepy place? And don’t tuck me, you silly man, how will I be able to thrash about then? Oh. No, wait a sec… Zzzzzzzzz zzzzzz….”
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