The weekly wave

Every Monday a baby waves to me as I walk down Petty Street. His/her dad is labouring up the hill getting his/her three older siblings to primary school. They are all engaged in earnest walking and talking, and never give me the time of day (which is what one expects walking in suburban streets nowadays). But the baby always looks me in the eye and gives me a wave. I wave to the baby. And the week continues from there.