This just proves what we all already knew. Babies are incredibly hard-headed (other than the soft spot.) I can't tell you how many times I've asked a baby to complete a simple task - like, say, watering the garden - only to have it stare back at me blankly and gurgle. Then it actually has the gall to cry when I finally lose my temper and yell at it!
Babies have this ridiculous delusion that they are the center of the world. They expect you to wait on them hand and foot and they wail and whine if you ignore so much as one of their multitude of requests. Try it for yourself sometime. The next time you see a baby demanding you change it's diaper or hold it, just ignore the thing. What happens? A hurricane of tears! What's even more insane is that they are so resolute in their desire to be coddled that they will refuse to help themselves even if it means death!
The baby in the article only had to say one word. Amen. It's a simple word, two syllables, takes barely a microsecond to squeak out. Yet this baby was so set in it's atheist ways that it refused to so much as whisper the word and be done with it. No, when the parents asked that the child - which they'd been waiting on hand and foot for over a year - to say one little word, it just stared back at them blankly. Was that one word so much to ask? No! And yet this miniature fanatic was willing to go to it's grave because it didn't feel like utilizing it's vocal chords for anything but it's insipid demands!
And don't tell me that this is only a case of religious persecution! Babies will dive willingly into their deaths for anything that is so much as slightly inconveniences them. Why, just the other day a baby was crying at me to be picked up. I calmly told it that I had just finished an intense upper body weight lifting program (I can bench over 340lbs) and my arms might as well have been wet noodles. It just stared back at me crying and reaching it's fatty little arms towards me to be picked up. Irritated I told it that I had had enough and didn't want to hear it's whining any longer. Still it wailed! I tried asking politely, I tried shouting, I even tried bargaining (look, if you'll stop bawling I'll take you rock climbing with me next week), Nothing.
Finally I'd had enough I got in my car leaned my head out the window and told it that if it didn't cease it's cries I would stop them permanently. The baby only cried louder. Daring me. I revved up the engine, put the car into gear, and began rolling slowly forward. It had plenty of time to stop. Plenty of time to just stop crying only for a moment. It was all I asked! As I said though, babies are fanatical in their demands.
As my new tires thumped over the soft, thankfully silent, mess. I thought about all the things that could have been done to prevent this. The child could have stopped crying, the child could have waited until I'd recovered from my work out, the child could have satisfied itself by reading a short story. Perhaps it could have gone to the mall and picked up a puppy or something. I don't know. Now it doesn't matter.
"I never knew words could be so confusing," Milo said to Tock as he bent down to scratch the dog's ear.
"Only when you use a lot to say a little," answered Tock. ~The Phantom Tollbooth~