Baby commuter

Riding the Metro with Miss Cheeks is never dull. People hold their belongings tightly when they see her coming, her legend as a kleptomaniac toddler has spread up and down the Orange line. What can I do? The child loves purses. Other people's purses.

Cheeks was relatively mellow this afternoon, which meant she only rejected two board books, and didn't scream. "Touch and Feel Meal Time" is usually a favorite story, but it went flying.

Finally, after disagreeing with the entire contents of my purse, Cheeks settled on my blackberry. She made several important phone calls, which was adorable. She would made a very serious expression and press the phone up against her fat cheek. I guess that's how I look when I talk on the phone. I think she might have called Alaska.

I need to go read the chapter in the parenting book about how not to raise a baby tyrant.