True Story

Little Warrior is in my bathroom right now. She has climbed up the tub and onto the counter, where she can look in the mirror. She is looking at her eyes.

A few minutes ago, she was sitting in my lap. "Mommy, I can see myself through your eyes." Interestingly, she doesn't say, "I can see myself in your eyes." She says "through."

I use her phraseology ... "Yes, I can see myself through your eyes, too."

"I'm going to go look in the mirror." And off she trots.

She is back now. She shakes her head. "I can't see myself through your eyes in the mirror."

I pull her into my lap. "Nope. It only works when we're looking at each other."

She studies my face. "Okay," she says at last.