letharging

The wingpiglet can often be found draped haphazardly across Nicky's knees, often in positions which look a twitch or startle-reflex away from suddenly slipping down onto the floor but apparently comfortable and even able to sleep, or at least lie very still with closed eyes in post-feed catatonia. I'm getting better at the grasping-nervously-but-securely thing but still find attempting to emulate Nicky's ease and confidence slightly difficult, presumably due to my differently-shaped legs and the different angle at which my thighs sit. Although he seems quite at home contorted into a weird position he hasn't been doing what I hoped he'd be doing and adopting the special baby foot-in-mouth position, simple for flopsy-boned child-modules but not universally possible in adults but presumably much easier to achieve as an adult if regularly practised throughout childhood so that the ability is never lost.