The other day Tage came along when I picked Petra up from pre-school, and the three of us went with a couple of other moms and their kids (Petra’s schoolmates) to a nearby park. After she’d had her fill of the playground equipment, Petra ran up to the top of a big hill at the edge of the park then turned around and exclaimed, “Look at me, Mom!”
I did all the oohing and aahing that is called for in these situations, but apparently my admiration was a bit lacking as far as she was concerned. She put her hands on her hips, scanned the ground below, and called out, “Look at me, boys!”