Baby Bombs.

I have come to the conclusion that babies are like motion-sensor bombs.

If we make the wrong move, they will explode.

When they explode, it is UGLY.

So we walk on eggshells, pamper, cajole, comfort, persuade, sing to, make ourselves look like idiots for, our babies.

Because we DO NOT WANT a crying, screaming, red-in-the-face-until-I'm-REALLY-mad-and-then-it-goes-purple, coughing, sputtering, mess of an angry baby explosion.

Heaven forbid.