Tip, tip, tip!

Noticing a wild (out of control; destructive to property and the happiness of others) streak in Lilah this morning, I kept her in my room for a time while the general mayhem continued without us just outside my door. She was so jazzed that even the Cinderella book wasn't keeping her occupied, so I suggested looking at pictures on my computer. We looked at a bunch from my time in Berlin thus far, and she would say, looking at a picture of herself, "Oh, we went there!" She also liked naming people and what they were doing. Then I was showing her some photos of me with my family. She finally expressed her confusion at seeing me in all these pictures with unfamiliar people, in unfamiliar places. "Are you there, Julie?" she asked, pointing at the screen. As if to say, "How can you be there and also here?" She asked her question a few times, unsatisfied with my answer that I was there and now I am here. "I want you always to be here," she said. Then she had an idea. "I'm going into the computer to be with you! Tip, tip, tip," she said, stepping across the screen with her fingers. "Now I'm with you, Julah!"