he's standing in the driveway by the front of the car, utterly forgotten in the heat of the moment. his diaper is sagging quite a bit; the boy needs a change.
he takes a step into the road. and then big, gnarled hands grab him.
he takes off after the ball of twine.
he's still scampering after the bouncing ball of kite-twine, which has now almost reached the road.
blare of the air-horn. a shadow falls over his face. there is an audible click! and we freeze frame. what we have now is a tremen- dously winning photograph of a little boy, not quite two, with a ball of string in his hand. and a shadow lying across his face.