Uh-huh. Sure, mom.
September 11th, 2008
Gavin was avoiding sleep, fussing in his swing. Maya walked over to him, cooed at him and gently gave him a pacifier (which did, actually, pacify him — go figure).
“Maya, you’re a really sweet big sister.”
(not even looking up from her puzzle) “Hmmm.”
“You really just wanted him to be quiet, didn’t you?”
“Yup.”
At least she’s honest about it.
