Alice Hooper quite enjoyed taking three year old Jerry Jr with her on her trips out. That worried her in a way, it meant baby brain had won the battle; she was now a slave to her child. He wasn't quite three, he was two and nine months, but like all parents, they rounded up. Jerry Jr walked tolerably well and knew quite a few words. Often he'd repeat one of his new words very loudly, over and over again. Baby brain forced Alice into believing this was adorable, in the same way picking up a toy he'd dropped for the hundredth time was adorable. It was all part Mother Nature's plan, to stop moms from drowning their kids.
"Oh, he's adorable ! How old is he ?"
A stranger on the street, a middle aged woman, confirming her theory. Of course he looked adorable, humans were programmed to like large eyes and tiny round faces. It was why her unmarried friends all had five cats each. God missed a trick in not giving babies fur and a built in purring noise.
