Call from a baby
A baby called my friend the playwright Max Sparber today. The baby didn’t have much to say, but you can listen to it here.
A baby called my friend the playwright Max Sparber today. The baby didn’t have much to say, but you can listen to it here.
December 17th, 2009 at 8:38 am
God I hate these calls from babies. They’re worse than the telemarketers now. And they always seem to call during dinner! I must get forty a day. They yell, they cry, they laugh – which is actually kind of delightful. They want their bottle. They want their mommy. They want to be changed. Hey! Maybe I want some things too, ever think about that!
Fucking babies.