Oops and all that mess about cringing over how some people "help" our kids was simply commiseration. Here even strangers in the grocery store feel free, almost privileged and obligated to talk to you if you're walking around with a baby. Which is lovely. But it's a catholic town so sometimes they feel obligated during the conversation to stop and recite a blessing to your baby. Which offends me enough to sympathize with Lucouno feeling quite despondent deeply inside over something so trivial and silly.

Youth lives by personality, age lives by calculation. -- Aristotle on a calendar