Rainey has these funky munchkin-sized sunglasses that my mom bought her this past summer. Everything about them screams superstar, but like hats, bibs, and just about any item of clothing these days, she hurls the neon-green frames to the ground in disgust whenever we try to put them on her.

But there are times when she indulges us for a few seconds. She looks at her reflection in the mirror, and we say, "Cool baby." She smirks and then pitches them on the floor.

But yesterday, for whatever reason, she found this same pair of glasses buried beneath a heap of playthings, walked over to her full-length mirror, crookedly placed them on the bridge of her nose, looked up at me and said, "Coooool baby, yeah?"

Yes, Rainey, you're a very cool baby.