I stand at the kitchen counter browsing the snacking possibilities as the afternoon sun shines through the windows.
A small face peeks at me from beside the table, I smile and wiggle my fingers at him, He grins and runs giggling and screeching, turning back only as if expecting a jolly monster to be on his tail.
I give in and holler about how I am going to get him. He hurtles into grandma's arms giggling, trying to get safe. I tickle him and blow on his belly and kiss his cheeks for good measure.
I go back to my snacks, and pretty soon I see a little face again.