It’s been so long since babies were wandering around our house, pooping on the carpet, drooling on my Brooks Brothers suit and wailing through the night, that I forgot all about those good times ... until I got a reminder recently while I was sitting on the train behind three little tykes and their parents.
There’s nothing more inspirational than listening to adults talk like babies. I don’t ever remember doing that. My wife and I were usually yelling at the kids, or each other. Even when I was a card-carrying member of the parents’ union, I had problems acting like Mr. Rogers, especially if it meant I had to wear cardigans.