What it is it about babies that make us go weak in the knees?
Is it their tiny size and the marvel that, yet somehow creation seems so perfect, no matter how fragile? Or is it their complete and total submission of themselves into our trust - almost as if we get weighed down by their(this) belief in us, and hence, subsequently, we almost fall over ourselves to try and do our best for them?
Whatever it is - I don't quite know the answer - but then again I quite don't know the reality behind houdini's "handcuff act" either, and quite frankly - I am in dumbfounded awe of both :-)
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