I dunno what it is, but Vivi was hilarious all weekend. On Sunday, I suspected some diaper trouble, so I asked her, "Viver, are you poopy?" She gave me her patented wide-eyed look of total innocence, meaning, "No." I smiled, thinking she was probably misrepresenting the situation, and asked, "Are you sure?" She twisted at the waist, bending back and down in a way that no adult could, and loudly tried to sniff her own bottom. (Further investigation revealed that she wasn't in need of a change.)
The day before, I was upstairs at the tea table with the girls playing "Trick Me," a game in which Julia and I trade silly "tricks." For instance, I tell her that one of their toy teacups is actually full of hot chocolate, she pretends to think it's true, and then when she looks, I say, "Tricked you!" Then she tries to trick me, usually with a semi-imaginative variant of my last trick: "Daddy, the, uh, the, uh, this cookie sheet [from their toy kitchen] has a chocolate hot cookie on it!" In this case, I reached eagerly for one of the imaginary treats, and Julia blurted out with equal parts delight in and concern over having conned me, "Tricked you!" I smacked myself in the forehead with my hand, the universal gesture of dumb-ass realization. "Oh, no! You tricked me!" While Julia giggled happily, Vivi watched from the other side of the table, then carefully, gently, but clearly tapped her own forehead, looking at the cookie sheet and trying to figure out just what the heck we were doing.