What Is Everything

In the bagel store on a Saturday morning, giant babies order very specific lattes (double chai, half caff, 2%), and sit outside with their dog on the portable dog bed; sit inside in their giant baby running gear; wonder where the line starts, wonder which baby should order next.

"What is that?" one says, pointing at the reflection in the silver steel counter top.
"What is that?" another says, staring at a cup of fruit.
"What is that?" a giant baby squeals, unable to contain her excitement.
"What is everything?" concludes another.

Realizing that this, this explains it all, the giant babies try to nod in agreement, but their neck muscles are not fully developed and their heads flail.