Sitting over a bowl of noodles with my friend Nong this week, and my 5 and a half month old baby became transfixed. I had noticed the staff glancing at the ceiling above my head, but with a baby on my lap I now sometimes miss the finer points of interior decoration when we are out and about.
You guessed it. A bleepin' TV. And Little kept this up for a good fifteen uninterrupted minutes. I hasten to add that no other experience in his small life has ever produced this response. It's frightening. Downright creepy. (Especially if you've ever seen Thai TV!)
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