Matter of perspective

It always makes me chuckle to hear how little people refer to each other. Ladybug and I were at the cash register at CVS one day when a customer carrying a newborn joined the line behind us. My under-two Ladybug pointed and said “Oh, it’s a baby!” much to everyone’s amusement.

I haven’t figured out what qualities make someone a “baby” to Ladybug. The first-graders at the library are "babies," just as the teenagers coming home from school are too. In both cases, Ladybug waves and yells, “Hi, baby!”

But this week at the playground, the tables got turned. Ladybug chased a three- or four-year-old boy up the jungle gym steps to a tunnel. When Ladybug stuck her head in the tunnel he was hiding in, he laughed and said, “It’s a baby!”

It must be a universal greeting.