During my pregnancy, at least, that was my belief.
“My little friend, hello! It is been six weeks since I gave birth, and I still do not know who I am. Could you please explain why your diaper looks so great tonight? Is your mouth hanging open? Will you be having milk now, Mr. Lips? Oh my goodness, that is my baby! It is my little guy! Hehe, goofy-headed boy! Cuddle pig, my dear! Baby LOVE!!”
Meanwhile, even down to the child’s cries and grunts, my spouse has taken to mimicking every noise the little one makes. We sound like insane.