Since Elliott is now capable of at least some form of movement, generally a series of rolls in no particular direction, and has shown a modicum of interest in trying to crawl, I experimented today. I put him on his blanket and, a few feet in front of him, I placed four toys. A football, a stuffed monkey, a cloth book and the holder for his set of plastic rings. I was curious which object he would gravitate toward and was convinced that, instead of simply grabbing the one closest to him or the most brightly colored object, it would provide an early window into his soul. Sort of like the way they used to find the successor to the Dalai Lama.