Gums

Lately, babies have been smiling at me. All babies, everywhere, including sleeping babies and babies so young their only smiles must involve gas. So many babies have been smiling at me, my days have begun to feel like one of those creepy movie sequences in which a lovelorn guy thinks he sees his blonde ex-girlfriend everywhere, but really it's just a skinny dude and a cocker spaniel. So one of two things is happening: either I'm imagining the babies' smiles, or all the world's babies are trying to tell me something. If it's the latter, then obviously babies have no idea what they're talking about.