Wrinkles come with age....or a bath
So facinated with wrinkles on a finger....was I ever that niave and innocent? Maybe, but I feel as though I've gained some of it back with watching Bubbleboy examine his hands after a bath.
What do you think? Do you think that being a parent can resore some of the faith and joy in life? I'm not saying I'm depressed or disillusioned, but I do wonder if a little pessismism has wormed it's way into my life, slowly and unnoticably. I think of myself as a generally happy person, but as I watch the news or listen to anything political, I think about how i'm bringing a child into the world (again) and what kind of place is it for them to live in. Will they even have a chance to grow up? And that's the grain of negativity that seeps into life with barely a trace.......