The first person you ever see is kind of an idiot.
You don't reach out to him, or even smile. You certainly don't associate him with 'mommy' through adorable baby logic. He is simply too dopey for any of that.
He's wearing a green suit, and the neon is so bright it hurts your eyes. You briefly wish you had some kind of eye-covering gear. Maybe something that could make bright things more bearable. But even the radioactive, glowing nerdsuit can't distract you from how unbelievably dorky this guy's face is.
It is not a loving face, or a happy one. He's wearing more of a confused look than anything. Stunned eyes behind square glasses blink furiously, and he offers you a hesitant, bucktoothed grin. This boy appears to have no idea what's going on.
You sympathize.
There are others, too, much smaller than the dorkboy. You notice the first one trying to climb onto you- a girl, somehow already wearing a ring in her hair- and firmly push her away. Another boy falls off a book that's larger than either of you, and winds up draped over your shoulders.
This is not cool.
You gracefully roll to one side, shedding the uncoordinated little fool, before you notice some of the other items littered around the floor. There's a cat, and also... a pony, you guess? You don't recognize either of them, but their obvious cuddly factor has most of the tiny monkeys clamboring all over. Too obvious, in fact, so you toddle instead towards one of the others. He's wielding two tube-like devices with a look of fierce concentration. Pointing one of them at you, he squeaks irritably.
This guy's a champ. You like him.
It seems he has the monopoly on fascinating handheld wavingsticks, so you wander off again. A glance back to the center of the room tells you the dopey giant is distracted with some flashing lights and angry yells from his glasses. Satisfied that he won't be chasing you down anytime soon, you crawl towards-
Whoa.
This is
Just
Yes
Your experience is fairly limited, but this is without question the coolest thing you've ever seen.
Without a single coo of hesitation, you crawl into the puppet's purple-clothed lap. It's almost as if he's smiling down at you, keeping you safe. You know that's kind of sappy, but right now you don't mind.
Although it is kind of strange that a puppet with a creepy smile is making you feel calm and secure. You might even call it iro-
You fall asleep.
Unfortunately, you will not remember any of this. Not for a long time.