Babyspotting

Posted by nathanael. Filed Under photos 


A precious young one invades Herrell’s.

Nobody wanted to make funny faces at Baby, or tickle Baby’s tummy; they wanted to hold Baby. To try Baby on. Indeed, at least three of them picked Baby up without asking. It was a frenzy. It was madness! They grabbed for Baby, the sword in the goddamn stone; and every one of them fancied him or herself the King of Cool. “How funny,” they were all saying by the crack and curl in the corner of their lips as they held it, “is this baby in my freakishly tattooed arms?”

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