crawl or waddle out of those photographs and come into
our arms. I have plain fallen in love with you. Tell your
mother she is forgotten and forgiven.
Let's see what you have in your bundle of tricks,
mischiefs, surprises, apart from peremptory bawling and
howling in a variety of sounds and volumes which you
uncannily use to get what you want for a moment and then
forget or discard, to show that the universe belonged to
you and you had to test its efficiency in responding to
your whimsicalness from time to time, your choicest time
for these exercises being at the oddest moments. And
finally, and unforgivably, your trick with which you move
your arms, flail your legs, investigate indelicately,
fall or break something, and yet charm your way into our
hearts with those big eyes which can produce tears, even
when you are not crying.
I have one trick too: if you wake up at night fancifully,
I can keep you awake the whole night. That will teach you
to respect night with silence and sleep.