This is a favorite song of Mabel Watson Payne. She approves very much of Kimya Dawson.
The truth is that even though I am fond of my office at the library and what I do there, this first week being back to normal I feel a little lost, wondering every ten minutes what that baby across town is likely to be up to.
Some kind of hard-wired protectiveness kicks in, I believe, as soon as any of us find ourselves responsible for the welfare of one of these tiny things. Which gets added on top of all the natural affection we already were feeling.