It just seems so sweet to me.
What do you think she's thinking?
Is she thinking anything?
Does she know there's a whole world out there?
Does she want to explore?
And for someone who always lets me know what she's thinking, it's amazing how a window will silence her. Every week when the garbage and recycling trucks come, she'll stand at the window, thumb in mouth, finger twirling hair, and watch them go all the way down the street. Sometimes she'll comment "big truck," or talk about them. But often... silence.
Don't you want to know what they're thinking?
Or is it just me, since I'm their mom. :)
We'll probably never know.