I went to the bank recently, and for the first time didn't have Sophie strapped in a stroller. (Brave, I know.) As I stood in line, she climbed on the soft chairs and played quietly -- until the wait became more than she had patience for (longer than 4 minutes). Suddenly she took off running with a little shriek to the other side of the bank. Luckily there weren't too many people in there and they all smiled sympathetically as I took off after her, leaving Ivy's carrier to hold my place in line. I wasn't too surprised. She does this everywhere we go.
An older woman (like 90s old), who had been watching the whole thing asked me how old Sophie was. I told her she was two. Then she said,
"She's alert, isn't she?"
Alert? That's a huge understatement, but sure. . . she's alert.