See this child here with the little drop of water on the side of her shnoz? This is the child who, just a few months ago, was as disagreeable as a Tasmanian Devil with its nuts in a vice — about everything. No matter what was asked of her, or what she was told to do, she would scream and cry and protest and sprout horns and lay fiery waste to everyone and everything around her.
Baths, for example. When bath time came, the screaming and crying and protesting would reach such a fever pitch that when I would lift her up and place her in the tub, the scene that ensued was similar to that of a blacksmith placing a white-hot horseshoe into a bucket of water, and all of the water in the tub would steam up and evaporate.
And while all this screaming and crying and protesting was taking place, day in and day out, for months on end, I would say to myself — or to anyone else who would listen (so, usually, just myself) — “Jumping Jesus H. Christ on a pogo stick, I hope this child grows out of this hellacious phase some day soon, for if she does not, I fear that the urge to place my head directly beneath a grand piano dropped from great heights will take over and lead to my untimely demise.”
Which brings us to the picture above. I took it a few days ago. That tiny drop of water on the side of her shnoz? That’s from the water in the bath tub … the bath tub in which she is sitting … and, while sitting therein, is smiling and playing and cooperating.
Now, I don’t wanna jinx this whole thing, but I must say, Internet, that this child has, in the past few weeks, become a sheer and utter delight for about 98% of her waking hours. So, if you’ll excuse me, I have to see if there’s still time to cancel that piano delivery … for now.