Fist pump

I let Lyla watch a Dora episode after dinner. You can almost see her braincells dying.

Just to be on the safe side, since Lyla has been an abominable crab and since we're heading into a holiday weekend, Julie took Lyla to the Target clinic for an ear check. Sure enough, one of them was infected. I'm relieved, actually, for it means that Lyla's behavior toward us isn't necessarily a symptom of sudden and irreversible hatred.

Her mood did seem better today, probably because she has medicine to take. Julie and Lyla at the clinic:

"We're going to see the doctor, Lyla."

"Yeah. Dot-toe"

"She's going to look in your ear."

"Yeah."

"And if it's infected, you're going to get some medicine."

This provoked wide eyes and a palpable increase in yeah intensity.

"YEAH!"

I'm glad the Arsenio Hall fist pump isn't even on the periphery of Lyla's generation; I don't think I could handle that with every single dosage.