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.
Me: No, email, on the computer!
Susannah: [brief pause] Get down!
