OK, I don't blog about parenthood here all that much, but indulge me here for a minute. Or not; it's my blog. Anyway, yesterday my youngest daughter played peek-a-boo with me.

Now, if you know babies, you know they love peek-a-boo, and some of them have a nearly inexhausible patience for watching a parent or pretty much anyone cover and uncover their face repeatedly. Since my youngest daughter is just three months today, I wasn't sure if she was quite old enough to respond to peek-a-boo, but a few days ago I did it and got a laugh out of her.

So, yesterday I was doing it again, and she was sitting in her car seat with a blanket a little below her chin, and she didn't just smile - she pulled the blanket up with both hands and lowered her face so the blanket covered her eyes, and then popped back up again. In other words, she played peek-a-boo with me, and not just by doing exactly what I was doing but imitating the concept. Of course, that got a tremendous rise out of me, and my wife and mother-in-law came to watch - and she did it again. As in, seven or eight times in a row, ducking behind her blanket and then pulling it back down and popping back up again, to leave pretty much no doubt that she was doing this on purpose.

Parenthood is a lot of work and, at times, more than its share of aggravation, but there are times when you are reminded very directly why it's worth it.