I'm not sure how she knew to do it, but one day, out of nowhere, the pout appeared. This was not something she learned from her brother - he's not a pouter, more of a whiner with "angry eyebrows."
Oh no, this was something she learned on her own. Or maybe it's genetic, maybe girls are born knowing how to pout. Either way, all of a sudden, right round her second birthday, Mya mastered the pout.
She stands - knees together, arms down, tummy out, chin down - with a little furrow on her brow. I can't forget the way her little lip sticks out too. Sometimes she cries during the pout, sometimes she looks at you out of the corner of her eye to make sure you're watching. Adam and I usually have to look away so she can't see us laughing.
It is, in two words, abosutely adorable.










