You are the one who comes back

One of the discoveries these months may bring is that things carry on existing when they are out of sight. Peekaboo lives right next door to that idea: your face goes, your face comes back, and the coming back is the whole joke. It costs nothing, it works in a queue or a waiting room, and it is entirely allowed to be the twentieth time today.

🛡️ A delighted baby leans and lunges toward this game, so it happens somewhere they cannot fall from: firm floor, or a highchair with the harness done up. Never propped on a sofa, a bed, an armchair or a changing table — a lean toward your face carries further than you would expect, and it arrives without warning. Your hands cover your own face, never theirs.