Hairy Baby-Stalker!

Whenever the baby eats, there’s a baby-stalker. When the 3 yr old eats, there’s a baby-stalker.

He lurks in the shadows under the table. He follows quietly but you can still feel his hot breath on your calves. His cold nose inches close to your hand. His tongue reaches out to a messy baby-finger.  He knows if he’s patient, he’ll be rewarded with a helpless animal cracker that fell out of the grasp of a small child.

And so he watches…patiently, ever attentively, cautious so the bigger people don’t shoo him away. But he’s always present. Just a few feet away, brown eyes watching and cold nose sniffing.