I’ve said it before, I love it when children are like children - the ones that play like one, talk like one and think like one. Not the ones that get their way around an iPhone with more dexterity than their parents. Not the ones that talk and behave like a mini-adult stuck in a baby’s body.

I’m touched when I see two boys playing on the window sill in Napoli, Italy, having not a worry in the world. It reminds me of a time when my sister and I would call out people passing by our window and quickly ducked to leave the person befuddled.

And then there’s this baby girl on the day of Giostra del Saracino in Arezzo, Italy. The whole city came to root for their team of choice. She came in a stroller. It was after the team of Porta del Foro just received its blessings in Church of San Domenico. While adults stood around waiting for the procession of all teams to the competition site, she spends her quiet time, making sure her own scarf was perfect for the big moment.

As if the sun god couldn’t resist such authentic cuteness, he had to give her the special light while everyone else gets their broad light.