Your baby grows a tooth, then two, and four, and five, then she wants some meat directly from the bone. It's all over: she'll learn some words, she'll fall in love with cretins, dolts, a sweet talker on his way to jail. And you, your wife, get old, flyblown, and rue nothing. You did, you loved, your ass is sore. It's dusk. Your daughter's tail, and she wonders why her daddy is so sickeningly fat and only an associate professor at the state university.