I’m no baby expert, but I don’t consider Ted to be a cryer. If he’s going to cry at all, there’s going to be a fairly good reason. If he’s got a wet and/or dirty diaper, he’ll get a little fussy and let us know. If he’s tired, he’ll be cranky, but even then he doesn’t whine nearly as much as the average person on Facebook. But when there’s food involved, watch out.

If he’s hungry, he can go from smile to scream in 3.14 seconds. Mmmm… yummy pi(e)… Wait, what was I talking about? Oh, yeah, screaming for food. I can’t really blame the little guy of course. I mean, how else is he going to tell us that he wants to eat? He’s yet to master the English language and the wife put the kibosh on teaching him Klingon, at least as his first language anyway.

This all got me thinking this morning while waiting hungrily for my breakfast at Bob’s as to what it would be like if as adults we continued to scream when we’re hungry until we got fed. I thought about giving it a try myself just to see what would happen, but I like Bob’s and would very much like to continue going there so I thought better of it. But could you imagine? The people at the end of a very long buffet line would probably hyperventilate.