avablog

I was giving Ava a bath last night when, out of the blue, she stuck her hand out toward me and said, “Pull my finger!” I obliged, and the moment I gave it a tug, a little “pflup!” reverberated off the bottom of the tub, its accompanying trail of bubbles wiggling to the water’s surface shortly thereafter. The devilish smile of accomplishment on Ava’s face was perfect. I was thrilled by Ava’s timing and impressed by her degree of control. Leah, who was folding laundry down the hall and was listening to these events transpire, wasn’t nearly as taken with Ava’s trick. But Ava and I had a good laugh over it, and that’s the main thing. I think it’s important sometimes for a little girl to leave the world of pony tails and pink shoes behind to take a walk on the other (right? wrong?) side of the tracks with dear old dad.