Needy

Sometimes I feel like Lyla thinks I'm weird. I'll do something hysterically funny and she'll just look at me as if to say, "OMG. If that's the way you're going to act, then walk ahead of me." It's like a little prequel to her teenage years.

I've figured out a trick, though. After the hysterically funny action, voice, dance, or all of the above, I look at her and smile and laugh. This way she knows the appropriate response. Usually it works and she giggles or smiles, but I know it won't work forever.

So as she gets older, I'll have to step up my game. Or slip her money to at least laugh at my jokes in public.