it was all starting to happen, had been happening for some time (from ‘five days…’)
and what more could happen would have been something else if not for her toothless grin. gum drop we called her because she would smile at the slightest thing that was just too fast to recognize. whenever we thought her all figured out, she’d spit out some rapid garbled pieces of wisdom and we, in return, would garble nonsense.
weren’t we the ones who were supposed to be teaching her something? done up in pigtails that shot up from her skull, she looked like an alien bunny in a one-sy inches long of her toes. the best would be the apple bites, that were always too monstrous but somehow, with cheeks packed, her lips could pucker tight to keep from chewing out loud.
this is life with her, between diaper changes and sleep, this infant turning to child.