On my flight back from California last week, there was a crying baby a few rows up. After four hours of screaming, the plane landed and we got off. It was a shame to ruin such a good trip on such a sour note. All that I could think of for the rest of the afternoon was how I missed the innocent, adorable sound of that tiny miracle. I would have paid at least $12 just to get another glimpse of that cutie pie, reinforcing my belief in humanity. Alas, no such option existed.
Finally, the movie studios have listened to the 173 million of us who have made “Charlie bit my finger – again” the most watched video in the history of YouTube.
I better start buying Kleenex now to make sure I have enough around by Mother’s Day Weekend.