fifty two

I was sitting on the floor, with a picture book in my hands. Rosalie sitting between my legs, her eyes wide as she stared at the pictures.

She slapped the image on the book.

"AhhWa?"

"That's a crow."

Then she slapped her hand on the other image

"Waa?"

"That's a fish."

Then she slapped her hand on the first image again,

"That's a crow."

I really think she likes this crow a lot, she slapped it so many times, I lost count. She's six months old now and I guess she's curious about everything.

"Lex!" Grandma called me, "Come to the kitchen will you."

"Yes!" I closed the book, Rosalie didn't like the gesture and glared at back at me, but she looked so cute, she cheeks flushed red and she looked adorable, so I kissed her cheek and hugged her. Then stood up with her in my arms, and put her in her crib.

"Lex?"

"Coming."

I then turned to go to the kitchen.

"X!"

I froze, then turned back towards her crib as she said the word again, "X~" She giggled.