Toddle

If my baby sees a cat, he will toddle over to it as fast as he can.

It is a glorious Monday at the Santa Monica Pier in Southern California. The perfect day for a ride on the Ferris wheel, or the roller coaster. Below the steel track of the coaster, parents beam as their kids tilt-a-whirl or smack each other around in bumper cars. Little kids toddle by with their dripping ice cream cones. It just doesn't get any better than this. Or does it?

The neighbor's baby has started to toddle.

There he was, just toddling along.

So off we toddled, Marjorie, Holt, and I, in a growler, — spotted the crib in less than no time, — invited ourselves in by the kitchen window — house seemed empty.