Daisy as Icarus

Today, Daisy tried to fly too close to the sun on waxen wings. She came up to me with her incredibly annoying "Wheels on the Bus" book clutched in her hand, extending it and saying, "Read!" as we've taught her to do (she used to push books at me while making a loud whiny sound, so I find the "Read!" command infinitely more bearable). I took the book, getting ready to oblige her, and lifted her onto my lap. She said, "Nurse!" Ohhhh-kay, I thought, and went to put the book down. She clung to it tenaciously. "Read!" she commanded. I noticed she was trying to get into the nursing position.

That little devil! She had had the thought that there was no reason why she couldn't have her two greatest pleasures in life at the same time: reading and nursing. I swear to God, her plan was to nurse while having me read (sing) that book to her. As Mark pointed out, she was pulling a George Costanza, from the "Seinfeld" episode where he tries to combine eating a pastrami sandwich with having intercourse.

Hmmmmm. I have to say this is where I draw the line.

I finally parted her from the book, though she did much carrying on. She was very much in need of a nap, anyway. I took her into her bedroom for nursing. Then, I had her most of the way asleep when the phone rang. Her eyes popped open and she immediately said, "Phone! Ho? [holding her hand to her ear like a phone]. Dada! Dada!"

I was about to despair, but she went to sleep about five minutes later. I just love this new thing where she holds up a pretend phone and says, "Ho?"