A few days ago, Veronica was vexed that her favorite hat was in the backseat, near the door, far out of her reach from the carseat. I was sitting next to her on the other side, and it an attempt to divert her attention, I started asking her about the stamps on her hands. (They're rewards for participating in her weekly tumbling class.) I said, "What's on your hands, Veronica? Are those stars?" And she replied with something that sounded very much like, "Quit distracting me!"

Damn. I was hoping to get away with that move for at least another year or so.