My little starry-eyed boy was struggling with his zipper. Well, it wasn’t actually his zipper so much as it was getting his legs out of his footed pajamas. He just couldn’t do it! I watched him grow frustrated from my place across the room. He kept losing his balance as he tried to free himself from his beloved fleece clothes. I stopped what I was doing, knelt down, met him where he was and with complete ease, I freed him. He let out a little squealing chuckle of relief and then scampered down the hall.