He’s on the floor, staring into the plastic eyes of a stuffed dog.
Using his uncoordinated hands like mitts,
he pulls the dog towards his open mouth while squealing in delight.
He abandons the dog, throwing it off to the side,
and is suddenly on his back, a boy-turtle with chubby thighs.
My heart is full as he makes his way through our tiny daytime world of two.