Little toes

Last week I was on the train.
It was late, nearly 10 by public transportation standards.
a woman pushed a stroller in to the car carrying her two little girls. One was about 2, the other maybe 4-5 months.
The oldest had an adult leather jacket wrapped around her back, and the youngest some footie pajamas.
For half the ride, the young mother pulled the littlest from her seat and held her to face her sister. They giggled. After 15 minutes, mom put the littlest one back, and pulled out a book. A few moments of quiet.
Her oldest started screeching for attention, hold on a few more minutes. Some quiet moments.
Kicking her dirt crusted feet against the durable kid-proof plastic.