Last night DOB was helping D1 dangle head-first off the edge of the couch. I had my footrest up and D2 resting on it between my legs. He looked over at his sister with a gleam in his eye and started arching his back as high as he could make it go. Clearly he wanted a turn.

I suppose it's a little thing, but it amazes me to think of what's going on behind those bright eyes to notice something that is happening to someone else, and to request it for one's self.

I probably won't be quite so enthralled with it in a couple of years. "My turn!" "I want one, too!" "No fair!" So I'll enjoy it while it's cute.