Sophie was an incredibly curious girl.

From the day she could focus her eyes, she didn't stop exploring the world around her, whether it was her concentrated face as she pooped, or watching the humming microwave as you heated dinner for her.

When your daughter started walking? God, she could literally move in any direction she wanted. But instead of choosing to run from her nursery to the terrace closer to the backyard, she chose to become Simon's shadow.

He himself couldn't say when it happened. His little girl must have... always been like this. Her big brown eyes, just like his own, always watched him when he was just rocking her at night after feeding, or when he was fixing the handle on the bathroom door, and she was in her bouncer next to him, watching the movements of his hands. Because your usually quiet and calm daughter could throw the biggest tantrum if her daddy disappeared from her sight for even a second.

Right now, standing in the kitchen and cooking dinner, you could hear the sound of her feet. Her sock-free feet flopped on the floor as she shuffled them, following Simon as he left your bedroom and headed for the hallway. And then back again. And again. On the third time, you identified a pattern and, looking over your shoulder, said.

"You want to exhaust her?"

"Can't stop. I'm 'er favorite toy now." Simon replied without stopping, only glancing over his shoulder at Sophie, who was hurrying after him.

Daddy's shadow, that's who your baby girl was.