Sasha's on to the Baby in the Mirror. Until now, she had a pretty good relationship with that baby. They'd smile and wave at each other, sometimes say hi, you know the deal. The way you are with neighbors you don't know so well. Now, though, Sasha knows that there's some funny business going on with that Baby in the Mirror.
It all started when Sasha was sitting in front of the closet doors, which are mirrors the whole way. She smiled at that baby, banged on the glass, and then tried to peek around behind the door to get a closer look. But... there was NO BABY THERE!
Quickly, she checked back in the mirror. Yep, baby still there, looking right at her. But... still no baby behind the door! Sasha took to rocking side to side, now there's a baby, now there's not.
I don't know how long it will take her to get the whole thing sorted out. But if, in the meantime, Sasha exhibits some paranoid tendencies, I think I'll know why.
My kitchen is: Really becoming quite atrocious. I suppose I should, like, do something about it.
Posted by andrea at June 2, 2003 09:18 AMHmmm, that's a complex problem for Sasha. Perhaps an interlude of Mommy with Baby in the Mirror would help. She knows what Mommy looks like, but not what she herself looks like...
Posted by: cathyy on June 3, 2003 02:39 PMActually, I think she does know what she looks like. We've been holding her up to mirrors practically since she was born, and I'm fairly sure she realizes that it's us she's looking at. After all, the mirror-twins never come to eat dinner with her!
Posted by: Matt on June 3, 2003 03:53 PM