I am the grit in the gears, the missing bolt, I am the poker of sticks into spokes.
I like to know how things work, but sometimes when I take them apart and rebuild them, I have a few pieces left over.
I am a man, so I tend to leave reading the instructions until after it goes wrong.
And like all men I have a comprehensive mental map of the world and never need to ask directions.
I never get lost, only sometimes I'm late, or end up in the wrong place entirely.
It's what we do.
I thought it was a given definition for 'babies' that they're either 'new, or 'nearly new'.
Wonder how they're priced? By weight? By fragrance?
Still, instead of putting the kids in the trash bin, (children, kids, = 'too old to be babies'), you could always take the greener alternative and recycle them.
( No more than 4 at a time though)
"As what?", I hear you ask.