Acute kid.

From my seat in the coffee shop, I watch a small girl, probably no more than four, who is showing an impressive display of gymnastic ability. She's tangling her tiny torso around an iron bistro chair while using the large window as leverage to pull herself further up. (Her mother is one of those women who still has her eye on the child, but is too engrossed in a chat with her friend to ask her to sit still.) Her hands are on the seat of the chair, and her bare feet are on the glass as her body makes a triangle in the air. Acute. With cheeks puffed in concentration, she flips her feet down to meet her hands on the chair, balanced by her butt which is now pressed against the window. In an act of comical perfection, "Blue Moon" is playing softly through the speakers inside the shop. Though the dismount was shaky, no doubt caused by an agitated mother, I'm giving her a 10 for style.