The whole is more than the sum of the parts. But the parts are so damn cute. Babies remind me of how simian we are. Toes reflexively squeeze around some imagined branch. Arms grab ahold of mom when startled. One day these hands will paint a picture or write a poem or dig a weed out of a garden. These toes will learn to pick up underwear from the floor without bending over or trace circles in the sand of a beach. For now they flail about without control or even awareness. How does that happen?
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