Outside?
Maya appears at the gate that blocks my office from the rest of the house. Outside?
No, honey, not outside yet. Since you rubbed yogurt in your hair, you need a bath before getting dressed.
(Let’s pretend for a moment that it isn’t weird that I’m still in the office while my sticky child wanders the house.)
Maya tosses herself deliberately on the floor, in protest. She doesn’t even bother to cry. As soon as I look back to the computer screen, she wanders off, knowing the tantrum just isn’t worth the problem. I think I’m getting the hang of this whole toddler thing.
Guess I’d better go wash her up…
