There we were sitting in a booth in a restaurant: Motivated Mom, Media Girl, and I. At the end of our booth, in a wooden high chair sat.... a baby (well, the girl is 18 months but close enough to baby status to be identified as such).The baby was the charge of Media Girl who continues to provide babysitting services for fun and profit.
We adults dutifully stuck food in the baby's face - and the baby dutifully consumed the offered food, giggling all the way. The giggling having a Pavlovian effect on the adults who offered still more food which led to still more giggling.
And it occurred to me... a baby who's not your own is a source of free entertainment. Why should I go to the movies when I can watch a mini-person paste herself with french onion soup while regurgitating the unexpected crouton?
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