22 month old. She screams when I take her form the park, but she is so tired that she wants to sit in the stroller.
Home and getting her ready for a nap. She doesn’t show any resistance when I put her in her crib. I close the door and leave her sleep.
But she doesn’t sleep. She talks and plays by herself. After a while, she yells. I know that shout and go to pick her up and change her diaper.
She holds her nose between two fingers, a sign of the smelly stuff. No smell in the room, though. I get her in my arms and take her in the living room. The wet wipes are at hand. Well, I start changing her and I see her being strangely still, not playful like usual. Surprise! Clean diaper. I look at her and she avoids my eye.
“You are not dirty,” I say with a serious face.
She stares at the wall beyond me. No move, but her little eyelids fluttering from time to time.
She knows that I know.