Mom, what is his problem?

I had an appointment at the birthing center today that, because she's rarely far from me, I took Eleanor to. Afterwards, I was sitting on the couch in their living room area making El's page in their scrapbook with her sitting on the sofa behind me. There was another couple there with their seven-week-old son, who was unhappy with life ths morning, it seemed. While his mom was getting checked out, his dad was walking around the place with him and stopped to talk to me and Eleanor. When this dad stopped next to the couch to chat, Eleanor, who had been sitting contentedly, playing with her hands and talking animatedly to me, stopped and stared at this crying baby. I looked at her to gauge her reaction to the crying. She looked at me soberly, raised her eyebrows, and turned bck to the baby, eyebrows still in the air until te father-son pair walked on, to which she responded with returning to her hands and chatter. I could almost hear her thinking, though, Oh my goodness, Mom, what is his problem? Doesn't he know how loud he is? What a bother! It totally cracked me up!