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She giggled every single time I lifted my shirt to show the tan difference between my belly and my arms. Exposing my inner redneck, I wasn't even showing her, when giving the example to my mom, she would squeal in delight. We weren't even sure why she was doing it until I did it again, producing the same result (we did it a third time just to be sure).

I was on my parents' computer in their basement, and heard more giggling. She had found the yoga ball (y'know, the ones you sit on that are good for your back) and was pushing it around to great delight. She'd keep pushing it around until it got near me. Uncertian of what to do, she'd stand there and do nothing. I would push it back, and the giggling would resume as she ran about once again with a toy some two to four times her volume.

Finally, her dad was outside and I said Sweetie, lock Daddy out, it is an important skill to have and she opened the door. Nonono, I playfully chastised, don't let daddy in, lock daddy out and I swept her up into my arms and helped her close the door. And then she locked the deadbolt without being shown how. I was so incredibly proud of her and we made fun of her locked-out parent. Having had our fun, I told her to let her father back in, and she unlocked the deadbolt and opened the door using me only for height. Keep in mind that, while able to operate these things she can neither reach them due to her height or really communicate effectively yet.

This child is so very very cool.

Written On: Home Computer
Currently Listening: Combichrist - This Shit Will Fcuk You Up