On Monday, while I was on my way to meet Pam for a run, I stopped at a red light. Crossing the intersection in front of me, coming from one direction were two 20-something guys, each with a puppy. Crossing the same intersection from the other direction were two young women, each with a baby. It was, not to put too fine a point on it, too much cute (laughing babies! chubby cheeks! playful bounding! floppy ears and oversized paws!) all contained in just a few square feet and I couldn’t help but wonder if there shouldn’t be some sort of city bylaw in place to prevent this sort of cuteness explosion from happening. As it is, I may never again be satisfied with just ONE puppy or just ONE baby, or even just one of each at any given time.