Having a SLR-packing mommy who trails your every move isn't the easiest thing for a toddler. Just when you think you've got it made -- when you can disturb the peace with your atonal jazz renditions of "Happy Birthday" and "Mary Had a Little Lamb" -- out she pops from behind the P-YANO. Clicking away like a fool. Even your cousin, a worldly six and three-quarters, is embarassed for you.
Wait until I start singing in the grocery store. ... Believe me, we are saving for your future therapy bills.