It shuts up the parts of my body that are whining so loud I can't hear my brain. I won't mention which parts because I know some people are uncomfortable with the word uterus.
In other news, here is Z's vocabulary:
- Baba (bottle)
Here are the songs she sings, without lyrics but with near-perfect rhythm and pitch:
- "Z-- is a Baby" (this is a proprietary family composition; I'm pretty sure you don't know it)
- "High and Low" from the Little People airplane
- "Patty-cake, Patty-cake, Baker's Man"
- "The Eensy-Weensy Spider"
Someday this girl will be a famous singer and I will be telling this story to reporters, or maybe an extremely aged Simon Cowell, Paula Abdul and Randy. (What's Randy's last name? I forgot. I don't have TV right now and have missed this whole season.)
Anyway, yet another evidence (along with the fondness for very dark chocolate) that she is my girl.