From Charley Harper. Motherly, brotherly and otherly, love is always in the air. And for the giraffe calf still wet behind the ears, love's a warm, wet tongue that comes down from the treetops. Like moms everywhere, this one's up to her insticts in the project, with her head in the clouds and her feet on the ground. Awake, her towering toddler is a pain in the neck, but when he's sleeping, doesn't that angelic look bring a lummmmmmmmmmp to your throat?