Reid likes to play baby, as I’ve mentioned. If she is the baby, she is an infant with remarkable verbal skills (to allow her to tell me how she wants to be parented or what sounds/movements mean). If I am the baby, I have to be a toddler since Reid can’t carry me. Just recently, I was walking down the hall in the midst of a game of “baby” and Reid called out, “Waddle! You’re a baby.” Now, I’ve got lots of self-confidence and a decent body image but I just couldn’t agree to waddling. I turned and corrected Reid, “It’s toddle, with a ‘t’. Like little kids are toddlers.” I can keep my knees locked to mimic a toddler’s gait but I can’t handle Reid commenting on my waddle. Even a mama has her limits.