My husband and I have the privilege of taking care of our grand daughter during the week when my daughter and son-in-law are at work. Of course I think she is the cutest baby in the whole wide world, but I usually keep those thoughts to myself. Scandinavians (like me) dislike both oversharing of personal information and bragging. Verbalizing that you think your grand daughter is the cutest kid on earth hits both of those buttons. But one day last week she worked her way up onto the living room couch and was sitting, feet forward, rocking her baby, which on this ...