A Fly on the Wall

If you were a fly on the wall in our home last night, here is the scene you would have observed:

Mama Rachel: "Ok, Clara Anne, Chloe is finished eating now, let's go put her down to sleep."

Clara Anne and Mama Rachel return to the bedroom where Clara Anne resumes playing on the bed with her doll and some toys.

Clara Anne: (as she lifts up her pajama top) "Oh, Doll! Eat, Doll!" Clara Anne holds Doll next to her bare tummy.

Mama Rachel hides her smile and watches with interest.

Clara Anne picks Doll up, pats her on the back and murmurs some comforting words indistinctly.

Clara Anne: "Diaper? Doll, diaper?" She puts Doll down and pretends to change Doll's diaper, also remembering the powder.

Clara Anne: "More? More?" She hikes up her shirt again, shifting Doll to the other side, and puts Doll's face on her bare tummy.

The feeding session concludes with Clara Anne patting Doll and smiling at her.

They say that imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, so I should really feel flattered. Who knew that Clara Anne was paying such close attention during all those times I was feeding Chloe? It's a good reminder that so much of what is learned is caught, not taught. Good job, Clara Anne. I couldn't have done it better myself.