Yesterday, while Tamil music cooed in my ears, I hiked around my stamping grounds, taking in the evidence of spring with utter delight.
When I neared completing my hour’s exercise around the lake, I spotted a mother with her camera poised on her four year old daughter. What surprised me, was how this tiny child automatically posed sitting on the cement border: legs crossed; hands clasped around her knees; head tilted.
Am I missing something here? I don’t ever remember my daughters in any pin-up pose. Where has this come from at such an early age? I don’t get it. Maybe it’s an age thing that I think little girls should remain little girls for longer than four years. What about you?