From the Mouth of Babies

My mother-in-law and I decided to take Troy to the playground this afternoon, because it was a beautiful day outside and because he needed to get out of the house. I guess every other parent in the city had the same thought, because the place was packed. I chased Troy around a little bit, but it wasn't very long before he was looking for some other kid to play with. Surprisingly, he kept gravitating toward the little babies, like around one-years old. He would kneel down and show them how to operate something on the playground, he'd talk to them and encourage them, and he'd gently touch their heads or cheeks. It was beautiful to see how great he was with them, considering how rough he is with kids his own age.