... when you look at your own 3yo, and you begin to grasp (finally) where the traditional folklore about changelings must have come from...

and then, further (tying to our "baggage from my own childhood" thing) you realize that THAT's what that look on your mom's face meant all those years of your childhood. She just thought you were an alien. Or possessed. Or something like that; it wasn't actually personal, she was just confused.




Schrödinger's cat walks into a bar. And doesn't.