She doesn't care what the world thinks about her. If her outfit doesn't match or she passes gas (again and again and again) she isn't embarrassed. She doesn't even think it is worth giggling about--she just goes on with life blissfully unaware of the things she can get away with because, well, she's a baby.
She doesn't even care if she gets excited and makes a really loud screech during mass. And I can't blame her. Sometimes chewing on your own hand really does make you get so bubbly you can't contain your joy!
It is the small things, I guess. I only wish I could be this fearless.
