No! Not baby steps! Big steps! Hurry, you’re running late for your appointment. The appointment you should have made and could have made decades had you not taken so many fucking baby steps. You’re seventy-two years old now. All those baby steps amount to the mind of a twenty-four year old. You are decades behind. And now, frankly, from the looks of your painfully, tiny, slow steps, you are only doing this because of your arthritis.