I noticed a baby in the grocery store today. It was not on sale. (Didn’t your parents ever joke that they bought you at KMart?) No, the baby, I think a boy, was with a female caregiver. Probably his mom, but who can say for sure? It could have been an aunt, a sister, a grandmother, a nanny, or someone else.
What struck me about this baby was the way he was playing with his toes. He was wiggling them, touching them, and touching them to his bottle. And I realized that one of the great things about being a baby must be the ability to touch your toes with incredible ease. As one gets older, one gets further away from one’s toes and in some ways that’s a shame. I can still touch my toes without bending my knees, but I know a lot of people my age and not much older who can’t. I suppose it doesn’t have much practical benefit, but it’s one of those little things about life.
Picture courtesy of Madeline’s Blog, http://www.gracefulmadeline.com/blogs/index.php?blog=2&cat=17&page=1&disp=posts&paged=2