Sharing two observations that made me smile at the botanical
gardens earlier today.
A toddler,
with the high-stepping, flat-footed, arms-outstretched-for-balance gait they’re
sometimes known for, was foiled in the attempt to escape being herded in a
particular direction. This happened several times. After the mini workout for both parties, the
guardian picked up the toddler. Last I
looked, the child was seated in a stroller and appeared to be nodding off.
Then there was the toddler wearing the white sun hat. At first, I was fixated on the hat, wondering if it was a particular shade of white or whether all white sun hats for babies have always been that bright? Then I watched as this little one silently but deliberately succumbed to gravity every time the guardian tried to place her on her feet. Many attempts later, the guardian finally carried her to a wooden bench, settled down, and provided lap seating accommodations instead. It appeared they both deemed this an acceptable compromise.