Two little old ladies peered lovingly into the pram, and one of them reached out to tickle the toes of the sleeping infant, uncovered in the heat of the day. Horrified, Jeannette Wheeler barked at her not to disturb the sleeping baby. The poor little lady jumped out of her skin and, with her companion, edged away nervously into the crowd. Personally, I thought a bit of tickling of Robert’s toes to wake him up during the day might be a very good idea. Then I might get some sleep at night. As it was, he slept for most of that day, waking only to gaze angelically into the weather-beaten face of the elderly Indian squaw who rocked him on her knee while I ate dinner at the long communal table in a big old-fashioned barn. At least on this particular
— Travelling to Infinity (Jane Hawking), Loc. 1617–22
Comment Nov 08, 2026:
Wow, did I notice this ten years ago? Having no babies even on the horizon:
Personally, I thought a bit of tickling of Robert’s toes to wake him up during the day might be a very good idea. Then I might get some sleep at night.