Fat

on the back of toddler hands and feet is so fleetingly amazing and precious. As I lay in bed fighting sleep alongside my little toddler manboy, I massaged the fat on the back of his hands. But, wait, it is disappearing. The presence of sweet chub in these most unchubby adult spots seems to signal something cherubic and innocent about a human's first years on Earth . Yet, now my toddler son is becoming a boy. He increasingly uses his little digits for "useful" work instead of chubby play and, alas, the fat is stretching away. Stretching into my talking, long, boy of a son...