We were working on setting up the Christmas tree. Trimming, lighting, decorating. And all the while, the Pie watched us. Her face was turned right toward the tree, eyes wide, mouth open. Her little legs kicked and kicked and kicked.
“Do you like the lights, baby Pie?” asked Mama.
And then, it came. The Loganism.
You know, there’s a lot of similarity between ravers and 4-month-olds.
Yep. Staring at little sparkly lights, entranced, kicking rhythmically.
And then crying a little before melting into a puddle of goo for a nap.