Poor Baby
Hans: So do you have any other cleaner jobs? I love jobs.
Mom: And I love worker boys. Let me see what else you can do…
Hans: And I love moms who help me. And I like nice dads.
Mom: Is your dad nice?
Hans: Well, he is nice to Jaeger and me. Ilse thinks he is not a nice dad, though.
Mom: Why is that?
Hans: She just thinks that. She is just a baby of very little brain…and maybe a little fluff. She just doesn’t know.
I think this thought was born of too much Pooh Bear and the mock sympathy Matt and I use when Ilse cries: “Oh, poor baby, no one loves you. Poor, sad baby.”
