Growing upsy-daisy.

Vivian has learned to somersault. Where she got the idea, I don’t know; probably she has repressed my one misguided attempt to show her. But after months of examining how the world looks when viewed upside down from between one’s legs, she was ready to try something new.

She had this huge grin, pleased with herself but also astonished. As if she were thinking: next, I’m going to learn to fly.

Or maybe softshoe with a cane.