Small kids on the mrt invariably attract my attention, the kind you can stare at without feeling embarassed, the kind where you just smile – everyone smiles. He was small enough to be in a sling that his mother was wearing, and small enough to be crying, so his mother gave him a biscuit in exchange for quiet. He considered the transaction before taking it and trying to bite it, but it was on edge, perpendicular to his mouth. Obviously, he had little to no experience eating biscuits. Soon, the biscuit became more horizontal than vertical, and he began taking small bites.