Sometimes babies are human, like JAMES EDWARD BRUNSTETTER, born to my tiny baby brother Tim and his wife Sarah last week.
This kind of baby does not cripple you with creative anxiety, but it WILL, according to Tim, poop on your leg. There is another kind of baby, which is a new play:
This kind of baby will NOT poop on your leg, but WILL rip from you, through your sweat pores, all of your questions and insecurities and nerves and YES, SWEAT. Both bring joy. Here’s to both kinds of babies. WELCOME TO THE WORLD. It’s big, sometimes mean, usually kind. 💛