Traffic Cones

Nico first saw traffic cones when he was about 6 months old. They were mind blowing! He would squeal and jump up and down when he encountered them. His dada showed him how they could be worn as hats and used as megaphones. When he started walking we had to watch him carefully, because he would run off towards the plastic cones.
I noticed that having a baby really does reawaken your senses to the smallest details. Children remind you of the joy all around you, the colors that you have been blind to since you grew up...even the flourescent orange ones.
Today we had a bittersweet moment when on a long walk we passed by a patch of sidewalk under construction. From a distance I cringed to see about twelve cones, some double stacked. As we walked toward them I prepared for a good 20 minutes of climbing, wrangling, and coaxing. To my surprise, Nico passed through the orange Bermuda triangle with no fanfare at all. It was almost like they weren't there.
While our walk was a bit easier, it made me sad to think that perhaps he is getting older, growing calloused to the little things in life that make him a baby. Next time I see cones I'll be sure to point them out, maybe even put one on.



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