Space writes:

I like the way little kids run when they’ve just learned how, like they can’t believe how fast they’re moving. I run that way in my dreams sometimes.

The other day that little guy was running around. When he came around the corner of the counter, there was another baby standing there. That stopped him cold. Maybe babies don’t see that many other babies; they both seemed pretty excited to meet another short person. They just looked at each other and grinned. I guess that’s how you make friends when you can’t talk yet.