First World Problems. I Have Them.

The problem with Mila going to daycare every day is that they teach her stuff. How dare they, right?

It's completely daycare's fault that Mila knows a handful of signs, for example. In theory she should be learning them from us, but we've been slacking at the sign language. They've picked up our slack. I suppose I can forgive that.

I can't forgive this other thing, though.

It was probably two weeks ago. We were out doing something that involved Alexis having more fun than us I when I decided to entertain myself by asking Mila to do tricks. "Mila, where's your nose?" I asked before I booped her little button nose.

She beat me to the boop. She reached up and pushed on her own nose, even going so far as to say "boop" when she did it.

SURELY it was a fluke, so I asked here where her ears were. She quickly put both hands up and pointed to her ears. It was like she understood the question or something.

Then I asked where her belly was. She instantly tossed her shirt up in the air so that I had no choice but to poke her belly. Just like the Pillsbury Doughboy, she let out a little giggle when I poked. We did it a few more times just to make sure it wasn't dumb luck, but that little belly kept finding its way to the poke zone.

I DID NOT TEACH THE CHILD ANY BODY PARTS.

While it is fantastic that daycare is teaching her stuff during the day, there's also that thing where my baaaaaaaybeeeee is acting more like a toddler these days. I definitely blame daycare.

They taught her to boop. Toddlers boop. Babies look at you like you have 14 heads when you ask them dumb questions like "Where's your nose."

You guys, I think maybe I have a toddler on my hands.