I love watching the faces of my nephews light up with wonder as they make new discoveries in their little world. With the afternoon sunshine streaming through our kitchen window, Jakobi realized there is somebody shadowing him, which reminded me of a poem by Robert Louis Stevenson, My Shadow. As you can see Jakobi was having lots of fun playing with this somebody and trying to decide who it is. It didn't take him long though till he'd figured it out.
"Stick your chin out."
"As tall as I am."
"Wiggle your fingers."
"You still there behind me?"
"If you're happy and you know it, clap your hands."