Imitation

A warm Christmas Eve afternoon in my parents’ back yard. After much running and jumping, my nephew Reed retired to Melanie’s lap. Why would one slightly sleepy two-year-old boy make such a face when his aunt began snapping pictures of him and his mommy?

He learns – as do all children – from the example of others. Who could possibly be more fun to imitate than the four-year-old brother he adores?

Reed just might jump off a cliff if Max jumped first.