When I leave my 12 month old so I can go and peg the washing out, he shrieks blue murder until I comeback and get him and awkwardly peg out the washing with him either biting my thighs, wiping snot on my knees or awkwardly balanced on my hip.
So, how did that work in cave times then?
If I need to go out and gather berries or kill an antelope it's no good ds wailing like a siren and alerting all the mountain leopards that there's a delicious plump helpless snack in the cave, is it?
Does this mean that we are supposed to keep our babies with us at all times?
In which case, why have we rejected that idea?
And anyway, what's with the crying? It's so loud. Sometimes when ds is howling about something and I'm struggling to comfort him I tell him that we'd have been eaten by leopards long ago if it were down to him.
Other mammals don't do this.