On any given morning, Lu wakes up happy and smiling.
But if I put her in an adorable dress, she starts to get suspicious. "We're going somewhere, aren't we?" she asks, tears welling up in her eyes, "Somewhere that has people." I tell her yes, that we're going to a playdate for her and the other babies who are turning one.
"No! No!" she screams. "You know how I feel about crowds! All those smiling mothers and drooling babies! Put your purse down! Let's stay home! Noooooooooooooooooooo!!!"
"I am not pleased. You could at least bring me a martini and a valium to take the edge off."
"Well, fine. I'll just sleep then. I'd like your word that when I wake up, we'll be home, thank you very much."
"What? We're still here? What did I tell you about when I woke up? Take me home!"
"Help! This person is attacking me! How dare you stand by and just watch! No, wait, that's good, take photos! I may need them later if I decide to sue!"
"Hello, babies. After this I'm out of here. So look and the camera and let's get this over with."
And five minutes after we got home: