I smiled today when 13-month old grandson watched enthralled as I dropped a feather from above his head and it fluttered slowly to the floor, and he then wanted me to do it again... and again... and again. It was a very small feather which had escaped from a cushion but it gave us both such great pleasure. A magic few minutes I'll never forget - I love these unplanned games which just 'happen' and could never be planned. 
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