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What a colossus our baby is! The way he sits there on the floor, huge, impossible to pick up. For a few moments (which can take a long time) he shows us his true (amiably frightening) size. He looms far above us. We tiny little people, we featherweights, we say to each other, laughing, as we crowd around our baby (though we are only two), in search of his shadow as well as his light. Our baby giant, we call out, how could we have ever imagined that we were carrying him around, when, if anything, it is he who carries us! And so, in this ebullience, we feel ourselves carried when our baby stretches his arms in the air and we lift him up and carry him about, from here to there, in the certainty that we are not mistaken.