Adorable wittle
I have been in and out of hospital for the past few days, and while my primary concern is my father's slow recuperation, I find myself invariably distracted by the room right next door, which happens to be the adorable wittle ward in which all the adorable wittle babies are put into adorable wittle plastic containers and wrapped up in adorable wittle pink and blue blankets and make adorable wittle faces while sleeping, and my sister and I cannot help but make ultrasonic squeals of "baby baby baby awwwwww!!!" whenever we pass the adorable wittle room, because they are SUCH ADORABLE WITTLE BABIES.
It's a pity they grow up.