We had bagels at breakfast.
I set half a bagel on Mara’s highchair tray and she said, “Oh, Mommy! . . . My bagel is doing this!”
Then she made a dour expression, apparently imitating the “face” the hole in her bagel was making.
She looked disturbed. “Get me another one!” she insisted.
What two-year-old is disturbed by the “face” her bagel is making?!?!
Mara, eat your bagel.
What a face! I love it.
That has been one of my biggest surprises about motherhood…the little things kids find freaky.
A spider? No. A piece of lint. Yes.
I love it! She cracks me up!