Back-Carry Conversations
I’m walking through my mom’s living room with the baby strapped to my back. Susannah: Mommy, get down? Me: No, not yet. Mommy’s going to check email first. Susannah: Me-milk? [her word for yogurt] Me: No, not me-milk. EEEEEE-mail. Susannah: Oatmeal? Me: No, baby. EEEEEE-MAIL. Susannah: Oh! Emu! Quack, quack.