Last weekend, after spending some time with my Darling Nephew, it occurred to me that when people talk about babies and what they want to do to them, the talk is often actually quite gruesome. My exposure to babies is fairly limited, so it may just be that the cutest baby in the world induces this kind of behavior in otherwise sane adults, but somehow I suspect that all babies induce hysteria in someone.
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When I was talking with some friends who have also fallen under the spell of my favorite infant, the comments ranged from [tame] "I want to put his whole foot in my mouth," to [creepy] "I could just squeeze him to death," to [grotesque] "I want to eat him alive." Much as I love the kid, I'm not sure I could resort to baby cannibalism.
This got me thinking . . . what is it about babies that make regularly sane people go batshit crazy? Their little tiny hands and toes are cute, who can argue with that? There's that soft little baby skin, people spend their entire adulthoods trying to re-achieve that. And that punch-drunk way that their heads are too big for their bodies, what's not to like about that? But when do we make the leap from toes, skin, and heads to the desire to squeeze, pinch, and devour a tiny human? I don't get it. Then again, those little bitty toes do look kind of like corn nibblets.