Babies are the keepers of life’s secrets.   They are connected to the magic of creation because they just experienced it.  The reason why we can’t remember what it’s like to be a baby, is because the knowledge is too profound, and it has to be forgotten.

It is easy to assume a baby doesn’t know about their past, because they seem so clueless about the present.  But just because someone drools all over themselves, throws their sippy cup only to get furious that it “fell,” can’t tell the difference between an alligator and crocodile (DUH), and demands that you take their shirt off, then put it back on, then take it off again, and then cries because they are not wearing a shirt, doesn’t mean they are as dumb as they look.

I decided to test this theory and see if The Munch had any recollection of growing inside my womb.  I figured that is a pretty meaningful mystery and she may have some insight on what was going on in there.

“Munch, do you remember being in my tummy?”

“Yes.”

“You do? What was it like in there?”

“More gentle.”

Pretty epic answer.