baby, soft and daring, waiting on a precipice. In it for the danger, the challenge. Carefully he pulls himself up, grasping the crib to support his wobbly body. Step one, accomplished. He is finally tall enough to throw his leg over the infernal cage where his parents confine him. One chubby calf at a time, he maneuvers himself over the top, towards freedom. Step two. He hangs, toes dangling twelve inches from the carpet that will cushion his inevitable crash. He lets go, drops heavily, rolls over, and giggles. His father watches silently from the door, grinning unabashedly.
by Emily Markussen Sorsher