so, after watching a movie with g last night (our first movie date) i have such concluded:

– cultures are very different
– a little bit of dirt never hurt anyone. or a lot of dirt, even.
– babies can self-entertain = i don’t have to incessantly compel myself at their beck and call, next time
– never to eat subway at suspect movies; watching slimy new born baby with thick grey twisty shiny wet still attched coming out from mother + honey mustard and sweet onion sauce in mouth = a truly awful combination of reality and realism

oh, and mostly i want to bring my baby/ies up in mongolia, fo’ sure.