What? You don't believe that Lydia and I can hold entire conversations... I disagree.
Me: Lydia, I have my camera out... why don't you give me a smile?
Lydia: Oy Vey Mom. Can't you just get that thing out of my face?
Me: But Lydia, it is my job to document your life and I have yet to take as many photos of you as I did of your sister at (almost) 10 months old. So be a dear and just smile for Mommy.
Lydia: I just don't know. What is in it for me?
Me: I'll let you finish my Cheerios.
Lydia: You're going to have to do better than that.
Me: I'll let you play with the TV remote.
Me: That's my girl!
Lydia: Where's my remote?