The baby is a terrorist. I drove down to San Diego to visit my friend Val and he cried most of the way, not just crying but screaming, a horrible sound... It broke my heart because he was crying because he couldn't see me, because they make little babies face backwards in the car, because he thought he had been abandoned forever. I would stop the car and run around and pick him up out of the car seat, and he would stop crying immediately. I got so shellshocked from the sound of the crying that I was stopping every 10 minutes or so, and then I finally completely broke down in the car sitting in the back seat with him in my arms, pleading for him to go to sleep so we wouldn't have to sleep on the side of the freeway. Finally his eyes closed slowly in that zombie way that he has where they are halfway closed and halfway open and then they slooowwwly close and I drove the rest of the way in extreme terror at every sound from the backseat. When I got there they had a glass of wine waiting for me, thank God.
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