Yesterday morning, we went to toddler story time at a local library. Since it's designed for toddlers, the format included lots of music and finger plays, with two short stories. It's supposed to encourage the kids to get up and move a little.
So, I was floored to see the almost perfect circle of almost perfectly behaved toddlers, sitting quietly in their moms' laps the entire time. Seriously, these kids, none of whom was more than two years old, sat quietly, just enjoying the show.
Meanwhile, my adorable son stood up right away, and decided that the center of the circle was a stage. He danced. He jumped. He spun in circles. In short, he performed for the other kids and their moms. Occasionally, he would run around the perimeter, trying to get the other kids to join him, but to no avail. It didn't seem to worry Miles, though. He just went back to performing, completely comfortable with having the spotlight all to himself. And at the end of each song, all of the toddlers would clap.
And Miles would toss both arms in the air for a moment, as if to say, "Ta da!"