Smiles in Taipei Transit Terminal

Taipei was super chill. I got to have my first play date. All the other infants from the flight gathered with their parents just inside the door to the terminal.

We infants have it good. See, others have to worry about what things they want in transit. They put those things in bags they haul on board with them. We infants can’t carry things on board. Actually, I can’t carry anything at all. But the airline just specially unloads all my transit necessities, and meets me with them at the gate. It’s very chill. I mean: Boom, there’s my stroller.

When good things like this happen for me, it also makes me happy. I smile.

This was good for Mom and Dad (MAD, for short), too. I mean I had been really whaling hard, crying up a storm. I had been REMing very comfortably, thank you. Then this flight attendant who had earlier been talking about how cute I am just went and lifted up the window shade. She said something about safety and landing. But it was bright as heck, and the light went directly in my eyes.

Anyway, I’d been waiting to return a bellow to the other infants I’d heard on board. The temporarily painful light in my eyes presented good justification. So I just belted it out. I mean there might be bigger babies out there (no pun here), but I can make myself heard when I want. Then Mom stuck a bottle in my mouth. Said something about helping my ears, too. I think the crying was doing the trick, anyway. But, what the heck, I don’t mind snacking.

So about the play date: MAD are kind of funny. They always talk about the same thing. They love talking about how tired they are. It’s not really a complaint, though. It is kind of bragging, like displaying a badge of honor or something. A right a passage. Other favorite subjects include my poop, my weight, and what I do with my eyes.

One of the cool things about the play date in the Taipei terminal was that I discovered that all the other MADs talk about the same things. I guess all MADs are, well, crazy. Ha!

The MADs in Asia also like talking about education. “Oh, how cute,” they’d start. Barf. Are you going to teach him to speak Chinese? I mean, guys, I’m just a baby. Let me enjoy crying and pooping for a while. And, then, when Mom explained that we were heading on to Bangkok . . “Oh, wow,” they’d continue. “That’s a long trip. Are you going to teach him Thai?”

It’s not that long a trip, I thought to myself. Of course, I didn’t say anything. I figure I’ll learn to talk for a while before I try sarcasm.

So the play date was fun. There was this other baby about one year old, meaning he’s been around about four times as long as me, who’d already started walking. Supposedly, he’d never crawled. He was no steady walker, though. Watching him from my stroller was like watching good slapstick comedy. I don’t mean to be a “Monday-morning quarterback” or to snicker from the sidelines, but it was really funny. His parents had to hover around him to make sure he didn’t crash into anything and to catch him if he tripped.

for me, now? I’m planning to crawl and, after crawling for a bit, walk.

Besides the play date, the thing I really liked about Taipei was how much attention I got. As MAD strolled me through the airport, every lady in the place flashed a smile at me. It was great! They really like kids over here. Mom was pushing me on my stroller through a duty free cosmetic store, and a really beautiful sales woman walked clear around her and Dad to get a look at me and flash me a gigantic smile. “Oh, a baby,” they’d say. I love babies. Does he speak Chinese?” Lady, I don’t speak anything, yet, but thanks for the smile :)

When good things like all this smiling happen to me, I get pretty happy. It makes me want to smile more.

One funny thing was how Dad kept trying to get a bit of credit from the smiling ladies. I’d do the same thing, I guess, but I think he wanted recognition for being my Dad. I mean Dad’s a good guy and he’s pretty perceptive, I think. But it’s not like his association with me was lost on anyone: That was the whole impetus for asking whether I was going to learn Chinese or Thai. They wouldn’t be asking that, Dad, if you weren’t a foreigner.

Anyway, the Taipei airport was cool I’d love to get back there when I start eating so I can try the Shanghai dumplings that Dad walked a mile through the airport to get.