But, Savannah would much rather play with her eighteen frillion stuffed animals. (That baby is nice and all mom, but it doesn't have soft fur. Or a tail.)
Since this has obviously alarmed me that she may NOT after all want to grow up to be a baby-making machine and perhaps instead a veterinarian, I was thrilled to see that yesterday she brought
I decided to get all involved and said "Oh, no! Your baby's crying!"
She looks over to where her baby is bundled on the couch and says to it IN THE EXACT SAME VOICE AS I SAY IT "You're fine."
And went back to coloring.
Look for my new parenting book coming out in the Fall "How To Raise Children Who Just Don't Care".