A Story About Books

I don’t really like babies. There’s nothing necessarily wrong with them, it’s just that, as someone who does not possess the parental inclination I find them rather dull. They don’t really do anything. They’re these demanding little human burritos who cry when they need food or their butts wiped.

Until they’re actually old enough to be influenced by their dear, sweet, AMAZING uncle Rudy I prefer them in photos than in person.

Of course, once those babies become kids I tend to be easily influenced myself. My niece, for example, has had a profound influence on me in ways she likely won’t fully comprehend for years.

Her story is ultimately hers to tell, but she is a fierce little thing. Truly an impressive human being. She looks the part, too. I remember thinking, she looks like that princess in that one picture we all saw growing up.

That picture is of the painting Grandeza Azteca by Jesus Helguera and growing up it was everywhere. The image depicts the Legend of Popocatépetl and Iztacc…