Little Tikes

Gerber Babies

Everyone forgets or underestimates how a baby's messenger of consciousness builds upon its own empire from the moment it enters our universe. Stencil upon stencil, their minds take up each detail all at once. Some tikes have their Bugsy eyes that make them look once, twice, or thrice. Some tikes have lighter stencils on the surfaces of their heads. It works the same way as the mitochondria. Their cells are mass produced without no intended ratio, shuffling up and down, around and about in order to produce and give them their sense of wonder. Their wonder that hasn't been tarnished, wondering in the Casper ghost of peek-a-boo or the pirates going hide and seek. Their neurons are still expanding, connecting, working day by day to make their head into a boulder. In the beginning, it's a soft rock, made up of jelly but squishy enough to leave a print. Little tikes always engaged by the models, structures, and details around the universe, still documenting their schemas and heuristics. With their clueless expressions on their faces as their thumbs live in their mouths, we can't be fooled. They are packed with casual sensationalism mixed up in packets of sour patched anticipation for the next day. There is not a firm collection nor recollection of the societal restrictions that occur yet. However, it may vary though they coin it wishful thinking. It's funny to think adults want to be kids again and kids want to grow up quicker than their childhood would let them. 

What are we all trying to retrieve?