>I slunk into Tyoma’s room to nab the dirty laundry I forgot to pick up before I put him to sleep. The light and my rummaging partially woke him. I hear little grunts and the crinkly rustling of the waterproof mattress pad. Instantly I was transported to a different place.
His room became a grotto, filled with animal smells, heavy dark and dampness. I looked at his crib as if it were a cage and he was some strange little zoo creature to be stared at. The alien-animal feel of my son was so strong, that it was simultaneously humorous and unnerving. It is so easy to forget in our world of words, skyscrapers and sidewalks that we are still animals.