Con Artist
As Pooh approaches 20 months she is showing definite signs of feminine wiles. Let me 'splain.
Yesterday she was standing at the foot of my chair and agitating for me to give her my digital camera, which sits on an end-table next to me. I told her she couldn't have it, whereupon she fussed a bit. Then she signed "more" and "hungry," so I asked her if she wanted some cheese. She smiled and said "teese." So I got up to get her a slice of cheddar. As soon as my butt cleared the chair she crawled up behind me onto the seat and reached for the digital camera.
So how does it feel to be conned by a 20-month old baby? Proud of her thinking, and kind of chagrined at my lack of same.
