I can't believe I'm saying this, but I'm done with Richard Dawkins. As a teenager, the brilliant scientist was among the first to break through my bubble of petty fundamentalism and push me to think critically about the superstitions that envelope our cultures. I miss that guy and have no idea where he went.
Before we left the hospital with Lev, the nurse gave us a little lecture about how important it is not to shake the baby. We've all read about awful incidents in the newspaper often enough to realize why the state has now mandated this little chat with new parents--though I found it odd that they not only explain it, but make both parents sign a document promising we would not violently shake Lev.