Day 10: What was your first memory as a child? Write it from your caregiver's perspective. If no one was with you, maybe the view will be from your guardian angel?

Genre: Humor

Character: Louis

Rating: K

Agent Litt, Ballerina Extraordinaire

"Stop!" Louis shouted, ballet shoe in hand, pointed straight at his Bubbie.

"Louis!" She shrieked, startled by the sudden appearance. "What on Earth are you doing?"

He didn't answer, he just through the slipper in the air and twirled away, giving a small jete as he did.

"Louis, go wash your hands for supper." His mother called from the kitchen.

He twirled his way toward the bathroom, knocking obnoxiously on the door until it opened.

"Louis, you have to let people finish." His father scolded, looking stern.

"Up!" Louis demanded, standing up on pointe.

"Yes, sir!" His father saluted, picking the small child up easily and holding him over the sink to wash his hands. "All clean, Agent Louis?" He asked once the soap was falling off his hands into the sink.

"Yes! Down!" He squirmed until his feet were back on the floor where they belonged, and flitted out towards the kitchen.

"Louis, would you take these to the table, please?" His mother asked, handing him a decent quantity of silver wear – almost too much for his tiny hands, but Agent Louis could handle it! "And then go and get your siblings!" She called after him.