Knock, knock, knockin'...

Looking for new bath towels in the mega store, Marcus passed a man with a tiny pop-eyed baby strapped to his chest. The baby was facing forward, wriggling its arms and legs like a bug, making and unmaking tiny fists. The man was doing what sounded like a Bob Dylan impersonation softly, as if to himself. Marcus began to wonder what long-term effect this would have on the child's religious thinking.