When my niece and nephew come for a visit, I’m surprised by their utter lack of concern about dirt and germs. Trevor likes to pick things up out of the gutter and roll them around in his hands. Then he rubs his face. Emma touches absolutely everything. She runs her hands along anything at hand level. At the beach, I looked over to find her digging her fingertips into the top of the driftwood fence as she ran along next to it. I was alarmed.
“Yikes! Em, you’re going to get slivers!”
She glanced over at me and shrugged. “I like the way it sharpens my nails,” she said, holding out her hands for me to see.
I shuddered, and kept my mouth shut. Fearlessness is fleeting.