Talk about Deceptive Advertising...

As I stood in line anxiously waiting to pay for my groceries(I just love paying for groceries), I noticed the cutest little baby in the next aisle over. She was around eight months old with curly hair and big, beautiful, green eyes(I guess all babies have big eyes until their faces catch up). Two females in their late teens stood behind the girl and her mother.  They were enjoying the waves and laughter they got from this adorable child.  I smiled watching how animated she was when the two girls talked to her, and made her wiggle and thrash around in the shopping cart.  I enjoyed the show for a minute when suddenly it hit me, "Wow, if that's not deceptive advertising!"  If you saw a child like this and had no children of your own, then you might crave one.  I actually wished mine could be babies again, but just for a moment. 
     I remembered that they are only that sweet for a short time before human nature kicks in.  This innocent, smiling angel is going to be saying no and pushing her food onto the floor very soon, if not already.  She'll be hitting her older brother with a doll or other toy also(wham, right in the back of the head).  I knew all of this, but even I still wanted to hold her and make her laugh.  I guess there is a paternal instinct.  Once you have your own, you try to protect all children from danger(except for the ones who are hitting yours).  I wanted to tell those girls not to rush into having babies yet(it was obvious they didn't because not only were they shopping with a friend, but they only had the little baskets that you carry).  I wanted to tell them to have all of the fun and get all of the sleep they could now before it's too late.
     Don't get me wrong.  I love my young'uns(southern slang for young ones) like I have never loved anything, but they are only smaller versions of us.  Which means they have the potential to do anything wrong that you have ever seen, read about, or heard of.  Growing up nice is not a natural progression(see lord of the flies). It's up to us to make sure that they mature into caring, considerate adults.  Seeing a little baby is about as accurate as looking at a wallet-size picture of a tornado.  It's small and sweet looking with no clue as to its true destructive force.