I like kids, they make me smile. It's nice to see little babies out with their mums and seeing how happy the babies look and how proud and protective the mums are. Today, I was walking to the library at uni and there was a baby being held in a sling. Awww, a baby!, I thought, followed immediately by Hmmm, that's an interesting beret that baby is wearing, I wonder if it's handmade. How was it constructed? I wonder if I could copy it. And then I realised I wasn't really awwing at the baby that time, I was awwing at the hat.
This further reinforces the idea that I'm a grandma trapped in a young woman's body. I need to go now and make lavender pouches, then blue rinse my hair.