Jehova's water babies.

It had been quiet for four months. Two weeks ago this changed - the doorbell rang, and I opened it. Ever since then the two Jehovas Witness ladies have been ringing the doorbell two, three times a week. I peek at them through the keyhole, an elderly women with a small red handbag and her daughter. I'm not really sure if it's her daughter, since I peek at them through my keyhole. Everyone looks like waterhead babies through keyholes.

And waterhead babies look like they're related. And even if they aren't, I'm sure they find some comfort in having someone with whome to share physical attributes.

I think I would, were I a waterhead baby.