"Who's a good boy? Who loves to crawl? Who's a crawling little man? Is Danny a crawling little man who doesn't want to be limited by societal expectations of age, size and developmental biases?" April coos to her little baby boy who is oblivious to his surroundings as he sticks his hands out grasping for air and making indiscriminate sounds that probably stand for something in his mind, but are completely lost on this reporter.
Yes, Danny loves crawling, but it's really directing he would like to focus his attention on next. His mother adds:
"Nookie, googie, pee pee, noo noo. He loves crawling across the living room, spitting up on my shoulder, and, of course, self stimming by trying to lift himself up to a complete stand, but he has let us know that he really wants to direct. He isn't clear on whether it would be a small off-loop theater production or a large scale musical, all we know is that it will include an all baby cast."
It doesn't make a lot of sense to us either, but this little tike did learn to crawl on his own, and I wouldn't sell Danny short on his next steps. After all, out of the mouths of babes come the words of tomorrow's infants and the thoughts of the day after tomorrow's toddlers. See you in the director's chair, Danny Dukes. Right next to the potty training toilet and the hope of things to come.