Snap!
Maggie was starting to fuss in her swing a few minutes ago. I wanted to keep playing on the computer (selfish mommy!), and nothing was expressly wrong with my offspring, so I raised my left hand in the air and snapped my fingers.
The baby laughed! She grinned and gurgled appreciatively as if to say, “Gee my mom knows me. She just knew that nothing in the world would make me happier right this very instant than to see snapping fingers!”
I stopped and about a minute later she yelled in boredom again. “I want to get out of this confounded swing! Once again, I raised my hand and snapped.
“What’s that you say? Fingers, huh. And they snap. That is so cool. Wait! What was I fussing about? Oh. . . I can’t remember. . .but look- fingers!”
Five minutes go by. Child fusses. Mother snaps. Problem solved.
In the words of Paul Reiser, “Congratulations, you have momentarily outwitted an infant!”
