Lately, whenever I ask Milo to hold my hand, he does this:
Apparently, two-year-olds are grown-up enough to hold their own hands when walking in the parking lot or crossing the street.
At least he’s got himself securely. And, it’s a little tricky for him to walk fast while maintaining this clench, so only occasionally do I have to break up the party with my own hand (or simply a hoist onto the hip).
What am I going to do when Eliot arrives…?
