As I glanced at Sadia in my rear-view, I noticed a peculiar silence. She wasn't her usual chatter box this morning. She wasn't singing along to the gospel CD blaring form the player. Her eyes weren't glossed over as though she were a few winks short of a good night's sleep. Something was on her mind, and I wanted to get to the bottom of what it was.
- Me: Sadia, whatcha thinking about?
- Sadia: Babies.
- Me: What about them?
- Sadia: This one hits me (thumbing with her left hand at Simone who is sitting in the car seat next to Sadia's booster). And that makes me mad (placing her thumbing-left-hand under her right arm pit to complete the "I'm mad" folded-arm gesture).
- Me: (trying to keep a straight face) Well, what do you think we should do about that?
- Sadia: Take this one back (referring to Simone)!
- Me: (confused) Back? Back where?
- Sadia: Take this one back to the hospital, and get another one. Get one that doesn't hit me (pouting).
- Me: That's one solution. Would that make you feel better?
- Sadia: YES (gesturing emphatically with her folded arms)!
- Me: How might Simone feel being left at the hospital all by herself?
- Sadia: Sad, (arms still folded) but we can bring her back when we're done with the other one (new baby).
On a more redeeming note, I thought I'd share this video that Sadia and I made this summer. Enjoy!