Taking Candy From a Baby

It's official. My baby daughter Miranda rolled from her tummy onto her back today, making her more mobile than me (minus any motorized vehicles of course). Sure I can still discuss politics, eat solid food, and control my bladder better than she can. But I can no longer use the phrase, "it's like taking candy from a baby" in a credible manner. I'm not kidding. We verified my theory scientifically with a Tootsie Roll. She's still got that sucker locked up tight in her hand. So, much like I noted my decline in comparison with Eva in a previous post (Two Brains Passing), Miranda has managed to surpass my physical skills in less than four months. Perhaps the sibling rivalry has begun.