It's possible that Maeve considers herself a bit of a stage magician, I'm not sure. But about fifteen or sixteen times a day, she announces to me that she's doing a good trick. For example: Mommy, I am walking down the stairs on my feet and holding the bannister with my hands; that's a good trick. Mommy, I will eat the flour (from the cookie dough) for my snack, that's a good trick! Mommy, I will put my stuffies in my toybox, that's a good trick!
I can't for the life of me come up with where she got this phrase, so it must be Daddy and I. Probably she was like, standing on one foot or something at one point and one of us told her that was a good trick, but for some reason, in Maeve's mind, a good trick isn't so much an impressive act as it is just an act, pure and simple.
I do kind of love hearing her little squeaky voice telling me about everything - the quick patter usually means she's pretty happy, so I don't begrudge her the time to chatter on. And I don't ever correct her when she informs me of her latest 'trick' - I mean, how should I know what's an impressive feat and what's just common activity for her? As long as she's impressed with herself, I guess I should be, too.
|I will play with the mammoth, that's a good trick.|