gurgle

The woman with red hair looks down and smiles.  The baby gurgles and holds his arms up, but the woman shakes her head.  "No, you go to sleep now," she says, tucking the blanket in tightly around the baby.  She kisses his forehead and turns out the lights, leaving him alone with a small night light plugged in the other side of the wall.


The baby quickly gets up and undoes the latch, pushing one wall of his crib down.  He carefully jumps down and stumbles over to the table.  There it was, brown and square, teetering on the edge so closely to the baby.  He tries to shake the table, but it doesn't budge.  So the baby takes several minutes to climb up the chair and reaches up, its small hand finally wrapping around his treasure.  He shrieks happily and sits down on the chair to look at it more carefully.

 

Even babies have priorities.