In some ways toddlers are the most enthusiastic people on the planet, and in others, they're the most blasé.
And you know, wherever they go, there they are. Location is kind of abstract, I suppose.
"Jordan, we're in Boston!"
(Wow, he gets it!)
"Boston's drinking water!"
(Uh, maybe not.)
So, you take Jordan somewhere beautiful like Martha's Vineyard and you stand there gazing out at the ocean, wondering if he's just as in awe of the blue vastness as you are. He doesn't really react.
And then you put him down on the beach and he is all, "Holy shit! Look at that! That rock looks like a pizza! And there's ANOTHER shell!"
We rented a house with friends, a house with a nice yard, down a dirt road off a main road, and on our last morning, a wild turkey strolled through the yard.
"Jordan, a turkey! Look, a turkey!"
We were all, ooh, a turkey!
Jordan just said, "Hi, turkey!"
The turkey strolled away through a hedge, and off Jordan went to find him, clutching his sleep sack all the while.