Those were the good old days.. Ah I remember those fondly. The feathery skin that exudes the aroma of milk, the coo-inducing smiles.. Changing nappies are the worst tasks that I never had to endure during my tenure as the Baby Whisperer. At least, not on a regular basis. But, I fear that my fate is sealed. In a few years, I shall be enduring what you are currently enduring, while you sit back and take all of the teenage angst. Woe... is us.