Imagine

Ella.
Lincoln.
A smooth wood laminate floor.
Logan in high chair which glides easily along floor.

I'm clearing the table from lunch and come back in to find Ella standing on one end of the dining room holding Logan's hand and Lincoln on the other end of the dining room. Lincoln calls out, "Red Rover, Red Rover, pass Logan right over. Ella proceeds to push Logan across the dining room over to Lincoln's side and hurries back to her side and it continues in the same fashion from there.

Logan was loving his life.

I was laughing.