Whenever I see a flock of women around a baby carriage, I anticipate hearing enthusiastic exclamations.

“Oh, he is soooo cute!” or “She is absolutely adorable!”

Casting a quick look at the baby, and comparing the real piece of red screaming protoplasm with this display of exaggerated ardor, I ask myself ‘Is this a mass hysteria or a staged performance?’ When s/he is dressed up it is tolerable... but naked? Oh, pleeeeeeease!

I remember my younger son right after birth. He was covered with ghastly looking greenish film, his face was all wrinkled, and while the doctor held him by his legs, he opened his eyes, looked around and had an expression as if he was thinking “Aha, that’s how it looks from the outside.”

Children became cute (let’s say some of them) when they are around a year and a half old. Until then... sorry ladies. I don’t understand. )))