The curiosity of my daughter never ceases to amaze me. Just now, she was staring at a scrap of fabric on the floor. A second later, she's on to the next exciting thing in her life, in this case a toy on her exersaucer. Then a quick look at mom to make sure all is still right with the world and on to another toy.
She seems so full of joy just to be alive, curious about everything around her. I wonder what life would be like if we didn't lose much of this as we grow up?