El Beso

There are moments (usually at three in the morning when the kid has woken up for the fifth time and is howling like a mountain banshie with a toothache) when one wonders how the human race survived the terrors of its own offspring.

And then there are other moments when the answers are obvious. Click here to see Zoogle reenact the basic, primal gesture that tipped Neandramom's decision from "barbeque the worm" to "give him another week."