I'll Show You

Picture this scene:

Quite contentedly Nadia sat in her daddy's lap.  I walked by and smiled at her.  She sweetly smiled back.  I turned to pick up some toys.  Nadia started to fuss and cry.

Turning back to her I asked, "Did you think I was going to pick you up, sweet girl?"

But of course instead of verbally answering me, she did the next best thing.  She tried to make me jealous by turning her head and rooting on her daddy as if to say, "I'll show you, Mama, I'll just get what I want from Daddy!"

Which got her what she wanted:  Mama's arms.  (after lots of laughter from Daddy and me)