It dawned on me the other day that my daughter is getting too smart. She scrutinizes everything that I try to put in her mouth. She'll routinely pick out specks from her food that don't pass her muster, as though she takes for granted that I'm trying to pull a fast one, which is only the case some of the time.
As I'm preparing her food, she follows my every move, and if she finds something out of the ordinary, she unearths it with a single finger and holds it in the air for all to see. And then she gives me the stink eye for the rest of the meal. This all means that I have to accept that one of the great joys of fatherhood has now passed me by. On the other hand, before long, she'll be perfect for the "gullible"-on-the-ceiling trick. That one could last a good half-decade if my wife doesn't screw it up for me.
