a quiet birthday this time

And so at about 7am two years ago Scar­lett came into this world scream­ing so loud­ly that peo­ple in dif­fer­ent sec­tions of the hos­pi­tal could hear her.

At the din­ner table tonight, she stares at me, in dis­be­lief (I think), when I tell she may not have my diet coke. After a few sec­onds, I start star­ing back, in dis­be­lief, because she has con­tin­ued the stare-off, like some des­per­a­do squar­ing off for a gun­fight; the sheer cock­sured­ness of her stare is unnerv­ing.

Ho boy. Lit­tle girls, indeed.