And then there is my son - who I observed eating Cheerios this morning. That was cute. Effortless. Popping in one Cheerio at a time into his tiny mouth, his pointer finger lingering in there as he sucked off the sweet honey residue. Looking at me with big blue eyes like eating a pile of Cheerios was the best gift I could ever give him.
When do we stop being just naturally cute? When in our lives did we decide that we had to start trying? Why is it no longer effortless?
I can tell you that if Dustin started eating Cheerios that way I would be deeply disturbed. :)
another great photo by Katie Zeller