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.