He would hold his hands straight out from his sides and pass his fingers over the fabric as he was pushed quickly down the aisles. His giggling, high pitched squeal, and the wild abandonment of enjoying the ride and trying to embrace every single bolt of fabric was charming to watch. He screamed with glee at the adventure, and Dad was kind enough to oblige him with *several* rides through the colors while we were waiting for our fabric to be cut.
We were able to catch a bit of it on video with our camera phone. But until we get it out of the phone, you'll just have to imagine it.
A Note From Sheila: This particular occasion caused me to pause and recognize a commonality between Everett and Erik. When Erik goes to buy . . . let's say a loaf of bread, he has to touch about 10 loaves of bread before he gets the "right one." The one with the perfect humidity to crumb ratio. The one that bounces back with just enough speed--but not too much (wouldn't want to buy the eager loaves of bread.) This is his way to ensure that he gets *soft* bread.
Just as Erik must touch and experience everything, Everett is following suit. Only time will tell if this is a developmental phase or a way of life as Erik likes to call his propensity to touch everything around him. Ahhh, my boys.
