! Baby Love, Maybe Love

so there you are in your pram or kiddikarria nicely tucked up, being talked to in that singysongylingo that grown-ups grow down to when that tingylingy, like that stoopid thingy dangling on your cot that doesn't do anything else goes hissdidahdidah and she switches her attention instantly from who's mommy's little treasure then, sticks this silver thing to block her ear and starts talking to thin air it must be either the fairies who don't seem to be very helpful - 'oh darling don't say you forgot I asked you specially...' or she's going doolally and the adult world's not what it's cracked up to be I'll give her two minutes no more or else