You are a wicked flirt. We knew this, it's been clear since you became aware of other people. But today's behavior really brought it home: you and I went to Yizkor services with friends from our childbirth class: the mama, daddy and your little buddy. You were quite taken with your bud's daddy. Seriously. At first, every time he would look at you, you would nestle into my chest and flash him a smile. You'd look away, then look back, smile and snuggle me. Okay, cute, then we all went about our praying business. But you weren't that interested in praying, you were interested in him. So you tapped his shoulder to get his attention. He'd look at you, you'd do the flirt smile nuzzle routine and then hit him again when he looked back at his siddur. I had to take you out of the sanctuary to let him enjoy the service.
A few weeks ago you were sick. So sick that I called the doctor in tears three days in a row. By the third day, Monday, we went to the doctor and got a prescription. You had been miserable for three days, rallying when necessary, but so upset when we changed your diaper or looked at the diaper rash. When we left the doctor's office, you were in a rage-you had just been examined, you were tired and you were sick. But as soon as we got to the pharmacy, you smiled up at that pharmacist and were in great spirits. Between the staff and the men in line behind us, you were suddenly feeling much better.
You like men, sweet pea. Men in their twenties, thirties, sixties, you don't care. You will smile at any man who smiles at you. Women, meh, once in a while. Of the three flight attendants on our flight home, you were gaga for the male. OY
Here's your flirting smile. Irresistible and you know it!