Otherwise known as a cure for late winter doldrums...
About six months ago, I had lunch with my friend and her 2 1/2 year old son, Ethan. Half way through lunch, he tipped the salt shaker over and for some reason he cried when the contents spilled out. In an effort to get him to stop crying, I taught him to toss the salt over his shoulder for good luck. This made him laugh and cured his moment of perplexing heartbreak.
Today we met for lunch again with the now 3 year old boy and his 5 month old brother. To impress me, Ethan grabbed the salt shaker, poured a huge amount of salt into his hand and threw it over his shoulder with great enthusiasm and laughter.
I was so charmed by this little guy's ultimate demonstration of flattery: he hadn't forgotten me since the last time we met. After all, doesn't every girl want to be remembered with affection? I know he won't forget me now because when we finished lunch, I took him on his first ever escalator ride and forever cemented myself in his mind. We rode the escalator up and down while his mom and baby brother watched. Three times. It would have been more but for the baby who wasn't enjoying the day as much as his big brother. He was so darned cute on that escalator--a little scared, a little excited and very, very quiet. When we got to the top, he ran to the other side with glee.
I'd forgotten what it was like be immersed in the world of an industrious little boy, and frankly, I think I should get in on that action a little more often.