This morning I was sitting at the table eating breakfast while Lizzy Jo played on a blanket on the floor. I looked down because she was being quiet, and she was just looking up at me. After I finished my cereal, I decided to lay down on the floor with her to play.
I picked up her doll and made it give her kisses on the face. She really likes it when I do that with other toys. Then I said to her, "This is your baby! This is YOUR little bug." We call Lizzy Jo "Little Bug." "And you are her mama. Do you love her?" She lay there, looking at the doll and at me with a very serious expression on her face, like she was pondering all the impending responsibilities and joys of motherhood.
And then she grabbed her doll and bit it, putting as much of its face into her mouth as she could. After that she swung it around for a while. So much for girls being born with mothering instincts.