To be honest it eludes me…how anyone could hold a baby in their arms and be drunk in by their tiny eyes, heart softened by their tiny fingers closing around your own elephantine digits…
….and then call the wee boy Roger.
I never knew any kids called Roger when I was growing up. But I meet people called Roger every day.
It justifies the opinion that we really are living in The Matrix. Everyone we know around our age was created at that age, as memory began.
There were never any infants called Roger. Ever.
