Babies, Prose, Parenthood

Chocolate pacification

Mitaka — A year ago it was grapes. Now it’s chocolate. Or whatever we happen to have. RAH RAH! he screams and dances and smiles and laughs. He ate two pieces of dark Peruvian chocolate and a sugar cube. He will never sleep again. He runs like a drunken monkey. He is dressed in a snow suit. He falls. He does not care. A dog jumps at him. He does not care. He runs into some old people, through old people, a...