Saoirse decided to spit out a taco onto our dining room floor this evening. Wait, that’s not right. She didn’t so much spit it out as lean over her chair, open her mouth, and let the entire half-chewed black-bean-tortilla-and-cheese contents fall out onto the rug. Appetizing, right? Wait, it gets better: as soon as it happened, I launched into the standard reprimand/discipline routine that was clearly ineffective, because the instant she had my attention, she grabbed a big gulp of milk, looked at me with that defiant look only a child knows how to give, and let it all gush out of her mouth, down her chin and onto her shirt. And then she asked for a cookie. It was one of those priceless moments that makes me think that sometimes my life would make an awesome reality show. Seriously. I’d call it TrainWreckTV. But you want to know why she did? Have you guessed already? Yep, that’s right: we were paying too much attention to her little sister. And by paying too much attention, I mean we spent all of 30 seconds (okay, maybe 45) encouraging Quinn to coo to us.
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