A pretty inane observation (from a bleary head following another wearying but fruitful 80+ hour week):
Amish toddlers seem to have an unusual attraction to leg hair.
At least a couple times a week, as I stand there in my shorts showing some books to dad in the barnyard, the less-shy two year old will come up and take a grab or two at the hair on my legs. Why?
Maybe it’s because the legs the little squirts are surrounded by normally are cloaked in coarse work trousers, no matter how hot out. It’s a natural curiosity. I guess.
This aren’t the deepest thoughts I’ve ever shared here, I know. But kind of a funny feeling to have the little guys swiping around at your legs while trying to demonstrate the merits of your product to a stone-faced Amish poppa.