A Doll, not a Baby

Waiting to board the plane, I watched a mother with her two daughters. One of the daughters was swinging her doll by the leg. I said to my wife, "why is she swinging her baby by the leg." My wife said, "it is not a baby, it is a doll." I remembered an hour earlier how the priest said that we won't treat things with respect when we see them as separate from ourselves. Later, on the plane, I asked my wife if our daughter swung her doll by its leg. "No," she said, "it was her baby."

Why did she
deserve
2
be
treat-
ed
like
this

Help me

Yikes