Daniel’s normally one of the first babies dropped off at daycare, but I was running late for work (not having a class to teach will do that). So when I opened the Infant I room door, I went, “Whoa.”
It was brimming — just brimming — with babies.
Babbling, fussing, and sleeping babies.
“One of the teachers called in sick, but her substitute will be here at 9,” one of the two daycare grandmas said. (It’s was 8:30am).
So I picked my way through the sea of babies, to get to Daniel’s crib, which is on the other side of the room from the door. Only after I had settled him in one of those bouncer/rocker infant seats did I notice that the babies were quiet.
I looked up from Daniel. They were all looking at me. Correction: They were all studying me.
I had that odd “O…kayyyyy….” sensation that reminded me of the end of the Simpson’s episode “A Streetcar Named Marge” — when Homer went to pick up Maggie from the Ayn Rand School for Tots. Cutely creepy in that “I’m just one of me against all of THEM” sort of way. I tried to find a video clip of that scene to no avail. But if you’ve seen it, you know what I mean.
“Oh, they like visitors,” one of the grandmas said.
“Umm… cool…?” And I reached out and tickled one of the babies (a little girl, in a swing with intensely blue eyes) under the chin, and she smiled.
And everything was back to normal.