be uncomfortable at best. We would have to discuss why he pooped on daddy's hand or threw up on mommy's head. Why public displays of flatulence are frowned upon. Why rainbows aren't as beautiful when they are composed of urine. Furthermore, I would have to explain his family to him. "Ayden, your uncle was in the hospital this weekend because he shot a roofing nail into his femur and the best method of removal the doctors could come up with was a claw hammer until they settled on a pair of pliers (true story)." These conversations would consume ones day and drive parents insane. So nature assures survival by making the child mute during these early stages of life. So I'm thankful that my baby doesn't speak English...yet.
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