And then he walked.
One step. Two steps. Three steps. As if it were suddenly no big deal. He walked.
Laurie and I were just casually talking in the children's section of the library, which we had let Jane and Finn mildly destroy, and Finny, who was already standing against a wooden table, must've decided it just might be easier to walk to that other book.
Laurie and I looked at each other with dropped jaws.
Then he did it again. Craziest thing I've ever seen. Like watching those pictures of evolution in a biology textbook--Ape to Neanderthal to Man right before our very eyes. Millions of years of evolution just sped up for the sake of an enticing lift-the-flap book.
"What's wrong with you guys?" he said with his puzzled eyes, "Never seen a guy read a lift-the-flap book before?"
When I took him home, we did it again and again.
"Finny, walk to Mommy." And he did. "Yeah! Finny walk to Mommy again!" Yeah! Again! Do it again!
"Don't you have to make the tacos?"
"Tacos Schmacos. One more time!"
By the time David got home, he was too tired to perform again and he would turn into a wet noodle when asked. But, you know what they say--baby steps.
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