Cory's Learning

Cory was offered her first mother's helper job for tomorrow--all we need to do is figure out how much to tell the mom to pay her. Having it brought to my attention that Cory is more than capable of handling children (something I know but was not thinking about specifically until we got the email), while I was bobbling K at the kitchen table and doing homework with G and having Cory making baby talk at K, I asked her if she felt up to putting K down to bed.

"All you do is lay her down, and she'll probably smile at you and stick up her feet."

Kay gave a grin and a chuckle to demonstrate.

"Then you give her her sheep, and she'll grab it and shove her face into it and stick up her feet and roll over on her side, all happy, and so--"

Cory then went into a high-pitched Russian accent for no real reason I could see, as she grinned down at K and said, "And zen you valk avay and try to ignore her pitiful cries of desperation! Right?"

I agreed that yes, she pretty much had the basic idea, I just didn't see while such melodramatic descriptions called for Russian accents. And I handed the baby right over.