This little kid stops by my client’s office in CowTown about once a week. Uber-adorable, uber heavenly smelling (baby smell), and I just love to squeeze her. Even if she mostly ignores me as she goes about her busy-body business of sowing mischief around the place. Her antics are hilarious. You need to decipher what she’s up to as she can’t really talk yet. I mean, not in full sentences. Still rolls the consonants all wrong. Here she is intently studying these handmade pieces of art (she broke one later), —
and when she noticed the camera trained on her, she hid like this — (you can see her eyes peeking) :
WHAT TO DO if you were faced with such impish cuteness?
Children are the living messages we send to a time we will not see. ~John W. Whitehead, The Stealing of America, 1983