Queen Bee

We are in the process of weaning Rain (oh you know there's gonna be a blog about that later), so this is not the time to be teaching her new rules or correcting her. She's teething (3 coming in on the top) as well, so she's in no mood for shenanigans. Basically, for the past week I've been letting her eat whatever she wants with abandon ("Those round salty things, honey? Those are called 'chips.' Good, huh?").

Yesterday, there was 1 chocolate pudding snack left, so I pulled out 2 spoons: 1 regular spoon and one plastic baby spoon. We always share because Rain never eats a whole container by herself.

I put Rain in her high chair, and I filled up her baby spoon. Rain is pretty good with her spoons, so she took it from me and fed herself. I dipped her spoon again, and again, she took it from me and fed herself. After she got the pattern, I took my spoon and took a bite. I put it down, picked up her spoon, and handed it to her. We did this for a minute, taking turns eating, as Rain eyed the situation.

Finally, she smiled very sweetly and put her spoon down. She looked at me, and very gently took away my spoon, and gave me the baby spoon to use.

"Rain, that's Mommy's spoon," I said. She continued eating, and I was all, "What are you, queen bee now, too, like Mommy??"

Pah!

If we're both queen bees, I can just hear Tim: "What am I, then?! A worker, a drone?"


*Awkward silence*