Conversations with the Effusive Complimenter

*pondering the need for distraction due to a newborn-baby-snorgle-vist resulting in high hormones*

Me: Mmmmm sitting on the couch, snorgling a baby. Life doesn’t get any better at that point.
Maybe I need a monkey. One that wears a tuxedo and gives me cigarettes. I think I’d prefer another baby though.
Effusive Complimenter: It is so not you, this baby thing.
Me: Really? Why so?
Effusive Complimenter: I don't know. There you are in the doorway, exhaling sharp streetlight, red in tooth and claw, proffering a ticket to the Scenic Railway, and all of a sudden you pull out a rattle and make goo-goo sounds. You know?
Me: No, I have absolutely no idea what that means but I love it.
Effusive Complimenter: Oh you do so A_Gra, don't play coy with me. Or rather, do it's kind of cute