Perhaps the monitor is picking up the sound from another dimension?
Surely, a pterodactyl is not shrieking in the baby’s room. However, if my ears are to be believed, an otherworldly demon-creature has taken over, and I can only assume it is sitting on the changing table, lovingly gazing down at the baby, squalling and shrieking with delight.
What else could be making such a high-pitched, unhuman like noise?
A quick check of the screen reveals an angry baby, rocking back and forth. He, indeed, is the tiny the creature of the crib.
This comes as quite the surprise as I hoped that he would stay as a baby a bit longer before becoming this being with a voice of his own who wants to crawl and walk and run and play.
Of course, what is not shocking is that it happened in 2020: the year of the pandemic, the election, and now the creature of the crib.
What comes next in this time that feels like a science fiction novel?
Flying pigs, self-driving cars, healthcare for all?
In a few more weeks, this will be a year to remember and tuck away into history. Gone for good, thankfully. A year we never have to relive unless we still can’t get the virus under control. And in that case, I wouldn’t put the hand sanitizer away, not quite yet.
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