Arash Zeini

In the four weeks of German interlude, Hourmazd has demonstrated a special affection for trains. When whimpering on the platform — a sound he reserves for moments when the stroller is irritating him, but has not yet driven him into full-blown despair — the sight of the swift red locomotive instantly brings a smile to his face, and he begins pumping his arm up and down in a cheery wave. Once on board, he typically likes to crawl up the arm rails, pinch the sleeves of passerby, and wriggle about in hopes of being placed on the floor (unlikely). Hourmazd considers the train a far superior mode of transportation than the car, which he dislikes on par with having his diaper changed, and eating pureed chicken. Because of his irresistible looks and charming smiles, Hourmazd inevitably captures the attention of German commuters, who make googly eyes and various other silly expressions in hopes of eliciting a grin. Sometimes he beams. Other times, he sighs and looks away, as if to say, another day, another commute.

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