When I was about crawling age, my parents kept the jars of baby food in a bin near the floor. I could reach into the bin. I liked to take all the jars out of the bin . . . and then put them all back in again . . . and then take them all out again.
I was always dressed to the nines. I still take pride in looking my best.
I was a quiet child, so quiet in fact that my Mom used to forget that she even had me.