Oct 02, 2005 15:47
For the longest time I thought the guy sitting in front of me was some sort of well-mannered super-baby. He wore Hollister clothes, had intelligent conversation about the nature of quantum gravity, and grew a two-inch beard. I was in awe of this magnificent, amazing, prebuescent genius sitting before me, mere months out of the womb of one very proud mother.
Then I found out he's just a little person.
Good thing I found out; I was going to give him a teething ring as a gift. You know, so I could tell people I'm friends with a super-baby.
I can see how such a gift would have been insulting.