Kids are strange creatures. It never ceases to amaze me how little things can amuse them for hours, at least until something goes bump. They can go from completely independent and disintrested, to clingy and desperately in need of snuggles when they hurt themselves playing.

It is interesting to see the development. First there is just wide-eyed wonder at everything, then it moves on to "what's that?" Not long after that comes the "What doing?" I have so far been spared the "Why?" I dread the day when that word becomes the dominant word in my son's vocabulary. Until then I'll be content with the determined refusal to do anything that I ask him to do, especially if it involves going to sleep at any time of the day.