At a hockey game in Wheatley over Christmas, Aunt Sue (who is not, of course, my aunt or Reid’s or even related to either of us) offered a bit of wisdom that I’ve decided to adopt for my own: “You’ve got 2 feet and a heart beat. You can walk.” Reid hasn’t embraced this nugget of life advice as enthusiastically as I have. When Ken and I are around, she prefers to move around by parent-power. She seems to have grown so tall lately that it seems her toes should drag on the ground when I carry her but they don’t. I’d better break her of the habit before they do. It’s good to have incentive, eh?