P flirts.  Around handsome men, she is a mixture of coy, shy, and bold as brass. It is  amazing to watch, because it’s so completely built-in.  (She certainly hasn’t gotten this from me, Dinosaur Train, or day care.)  Recently at Starbucks, a young man with long, curly hair was sitting behind P; she turned in her chair and stared at him.  Her croissant and hot chocolate were completely forgotten.  I was actually a bit embarrassed – either for him or for her, I’m not sure.

I can only imagine what it’ll be like in 10 years.  Yikes.