A couple weekends ago, we went to the Tongva Acorn Festival with my dad and my sister. (It was raining and unbelievably cold. When we finally got into a warm room, it took me several minutes to stop my body from convulsing from the cold. Next year: LAYERS!) The festival was less about acorns than it was a celebration of Tongva culture and one of the stations included basket-weaving. Dad started one with Charlotte.
Things like this, watching your parent dote on your child the way you know they doted on you, are the absolute best thing about parenthood.