Inflection

Last night Charlotte was sitting on my lap and kissing me when I got home from work.  She looked so sweet and innocent and kept saying “oh I love your earrings! Oh I love your shirt!” and just giving me so many compliments and I thought to myself, “oh my god, I can’t believe I made her.”  I’m sure that is something most parents can understand, that in some moments it’s crazy to think you made this beautiful, sweet, innocent child who has completely stolen your heart.

And then I thought the same thing about two hours later.  Except this time it had completely different meaning since she was sucking ice cubes off the floor and then licking the mirror.  And I thought, “oh my GOD, I can’t believe I made her” and rolled my eyes so far back into my head they stayed there.