I was sitting in church yesterday when I heard this:
It was the cry of a tiny, tiny baby. That little baby was giving it all she was worth and it only came out like this:
Just a teeny weeny little cry. The embarrassed parents rushed tiny baby with her wee little mosquito cry out and I just had to chuckle. I remember how that felt. You think the whole world is being disturbed, but we’re not. It’s just a weensy teensy little noise and all too quickly that tiny cry turns into:
“I WANT MY CHICKEN NUGGETS NOOOOOOWWWWWW!!!!”
It’s really just a matter of perspective.