Game, Set, and Match: Zen Baby
Regan quite often gets the last word in most of our conversations. Not because she’s argumentative; she is, after all the Zen Baby. The fact is, so many of the things that come out of her mouth either leave me speechless or howling with laughter. It’s hard to keep up your end of the conversation when you’re met with answers like these:
“Look, Mama!” Regan sticks out her tongue to show me the half-chewed pea sitting on its tip.
“Don’t do that, Baby. It’s not nice manners.”
“No it’s not. I sharin’ wif you.”
“Come on, Re!” I cajole, trying to get her to settle in for her pre-bedtime drug of choice. “Bear is on!” She ignores me, her attention firmly fixed on the Groovy Girl in her hands. I pull out the big guns: “You’re going to miss him sniffing you. If you miss him sniffing you, you won’t know what you smell like.”
“Yah, I do.” She replies, not bothering to look up from her accessories.
“Really? What do you smell like?”
“I smell like pee!”
Now, the proper response to this would be, “Ok! Let’s go change your diaper and get ready for bed.” But that’s hard to get out when you’ve just snorted lemonade out your nose and are trying to remember how to laugh and breathe at the same time.