Rock-a-by, Baby

Tonight when I was sitting at a light a girl in her late twenties walked across the crosswalk pushing a stroller. She was talking on the phone, quite animated, very absorbed in her conversation. In the stroller was a bright-eyed baby, no more than 9 months old. He was bundled in a cute little jacket, comfortably sitting against the cushy seat of his ride.

He was also wearing small, kid-sized noise-cancelling headphones. I don't know where the cord led to, but certainly something was playing. He had a huge grin on his face and was waving his fists. The noises of the street were quite loud, and I suddenly found myself envious of the little guy's happy, musical, oblivious world.

Smart mother! The baby's less likely to get cranky if he doesn't have the chaos of a busy street around him. And good kid! To not just pull the headphones off.

Rock on, little man. You look pretty fly with those little headphones.