Not that I needed further proof of that, but here you go. This morning, she wouldn’t gimme five (which I taught her), nor would she give me knuckles (think Obama power fist bump, which I also taught her because I’m just that hip).
She held up her hand, palm facing her, waiting expectantly. So I held up my hand, palm facing me.
And she gave me ‘backwards five.” (Which she invented, and then taught me, because at 2-and-seven-months, she’s already got more cool in one pinky than I do in my entire body).