Someone passed me a baby today, and after a while he started to cry, so I set him down figuring he would crawl around a bit.  He weighed about twenty pounds, they can crawl by that point, right?

 But he just lay there facedown on the rug like a piece of toast that landed peanut butter-side-down and started to cry even harder, and the whole room full of women turned and looked at me like what the hell did she just do to that baby.  He couldn’t even push himself up on his arms yet, or sit unsupported.

 Whoops.

 Moral of the story: don't give me your baby, I am clueless and might break it.