Every story about Mila's life is going to start with, "She was at her sister's ..." It will go on to mention a cheer practice or dance recital or something. The point is, Mila spends a very significant portion of her life getting drug around to wherever her sister wants or needs to be.
The life of a youngest sibling is not glamorous.
Because I sometimes feel bad that Mila has to wait around patiently while Alexis does super fun things, sometimes I try to make it up to her. Sort of.
That's my excuse for why I handed a one year-old a push-up while her sister played mini golf with a friend.
Other possibly true excuses include:
- Mila still says "NOMNOMNOM" when you give her something delicious. I wanted to hear it.
- It was pretty hot outside. Cooling the kid off was a good idea.
- All of my super secret hidden car snacks were apparently discovered. Ice cream was the only food choice available at the time.
Take your pick of excuses. Any one of them might be the truthful one.
Regardless of the reason, I gave Mila a push-up. The thing about giving Mila that push-up is that I wasn't sure what she would think about it.
Uh, you guys, it was a religious experience for the little imp.
She was as focused as she has ever been in her life.
She clutched that push-up as if her life depended on it. When I tried to grab it so I could push more ice cream up, Mila acted as if I was ripping off her toenails using a crocodile and some bait.
She really super liked it.
It was unfortunate, really, because if I were to truly reveal why I bought the baby a push-up, it might have to do with the fact that I have never in my life tried one and thought maybe that day was my chance.
I didn't get a single bite.