In one of my sporadic attempts to introduce the baby to the world outside of the climate-controlled, twilit apartment with its clutter of blinkenlight toys, I took her to a park. Well, actually it was a patch of grass by a pond. I put the baby on a blanket, booted a laptop and watched to see if the baby magically discovers the wonders of nature. She, however, did not immediately get an idea that she was supposed to commune with living things. Frankly, the aforementioned living things, of which there was only dry, brown grass, did not look very welcoming. Finally, though, I coaxed her off the blanket and onto the grass. She patted the rough, spiky grass with a justified suspicion, and threw herself onto it, resulting in the unintended headstand. Or is that a neck-stand?
Then she sat right-side up, pulled a handful of grass, and examined it.
She poked at dry stalks and screeched enthusiastically.