This morning, I brought a mozarella stick upstairs along with Maya’s milk so I could actually *ahem* soak in the tub for a few minutes. As soon as she saw the cheese, Maya reached with a smile, then sat down and started to try to open the package. Being the good provider, I opened the cheese stick for her.

Did this garner thanks? Praise?

Heck, no. Maya burst into tears, and threw the now-edible cheese on the carpet. I picked it up, put it back in the package, did an approximation of a closed package (pushing the sides together), and returned it to Maya so SHE could open it. Then, and only then was the cheese worth her time.

Hooo boy…let the games begin. I can already hear my parents laughing at karma (although they wouldn’t call it that).

The solo bath didn’t last, by the way. Maya insisted that SHE needed to get into the tub with me.