Why is it so fascinating to watch a 6-month-old develop her fine motor skills by trying over and over to grasp a simple thread?

Why is being tucked into bed so comforting? Felicity loves to be tucked into bed, and when I do it for her I'm reminded of what a wonderful feeling it is. Sometimes I miss being little, and I hope my little toddler enjoys toddler-hood as much as I remember it.

Why do I have a harder time going to sleep if I don't floss?

Why do I dismiss the seemingly insignificant things in life so often?

How can attitudes be so contagious?