I’ve dropped CB off at her mother’s house, and taken little Lily back home. Lily has taken her first few steps this week and has about 100 words that she knows. We walk in the door and I set her down to bring things in. She starts to cry. I sit on the couch, pick her up, and put her on my lap. She stops.
Lily: “Mommy? Mommy?” She makes this little shrug with her hands in the air that her sister and mother taught her. She shakes her shoulders back and forth while she does it in a little dance. She’s looking around the room.
Dad: “Mommy’s not here, boo, she’ll be back in a little while.”
Lily continues to scan the house, sizing up the situation.
Dad: “What do you think? Are you ready for a Bath? Bath?”
Lily turns and meets my eye.
Dad: “You silly goose. How about a bath?”
Lily: “Cookie.” She looks serious.
Dad *raising eyebrow*: “Uh huh. You’re sister’s been teaching you, I can tell. You guys just think I’m a softie. You just had ice cream. No. Way. Bath.”
I stare at Lily for a moment. She’s looking down at her fingers now, playing with them quietly, a slight smile on her face. I clear my throat.
Lily stares at me, her eyes narrowing just the slightest. She’s silent for a brief moment.