Trouble

My increasingly infrequent posts seem to be adopting a practically Seinfeldian tone of late ("Hey, d'ya ever notice..."). Eventually I'll be able to get back to full-on blather mode, but Work / Child / Other has dropped posting pretty far down on the list of things to do.

So, for now, another anecdote of bite-size length:

Last week, the mini-Beach Ghost was sitting in her high chair, playing contentedly with a few amorphous blobs of Play-Doh. Since I'd just gotten home, I was on my way upstairs to get into casual clothes. Here's the exchange that followed:

Me: "Daddy has to go upstairs to get changed. Do you want to come with me?"

Mini-BG: "No."

Me (two seconds later): "How 'bout now?"

Mini-BG (immediately): "How 'bout no?"

Yup, the wife and I are in for a world of hurt 10 years from now.