My son Sean Michael is 15 months old today, and he apparently decided it’s time for him to start walking. He’s been furniture surfing for a while, and taken a couple of tentative steps now and then, but always dropped to the floor to crawl. No more. Today he walked across the living room, repeatedly. Sure, he looked like a miniature Frankenstein (yes, I know, Frankenstein was the doctor, not the monster), but who cares? My wife Jules and I applauded his efforts every time. The kid is on the move.