Mia and I went to another playgroup today. Remember that thing I said about being idiotic around strangers? Oh yeah. My two best conversational gambits were rambling on for several minutes about how most houses in Virginia have basements but most houses in California do not, followed quickly by a lengthy monologue on how warm it was this fall. They are so going to invite me back.
For her part, Mia, who is so against sleep that we have paid her to do it on more than one occasion and who usually takes nearly an hour to settle down enough for a 20 minute nap fell sound alseep in my arms in the middle of four screeching two year olds. I couldn't decide whether to rejoice or knock myself over the head with a plastic violin.
On the plus side, there were chocolate covered peanut butter Rice Krispie treats.
And by the way, Mia has cut one tooth and has another on the way. Fuckers are sharp.