Quasimodo

Recently K-Mum and K-Pop have been talking about little K starting to be able to recognize faces. For example at her last doctor's visit she took one look at the nurse (who had jabbed her with a needle on a prior visit) and threw herself into hysterics. We patted ourselves on the back and applauded our precocious little kiddo (nevermind that it was probably indigestion or some other coincidental discomfort). Ah, we said - a strong instinct for survival. Knows friend from foe. Would have been a survivor in our caveman days.

The other day K-Pop came home in time to help K-Mum with bath time. While having her delicate royal bottom dried off, K-bao seemed to notice Daddy for the first time - and apparently did not like what she saw. After gazing intently at K-Pop's face, her lips curled down and out came a blood-curdling shriek, which then turned into five minutes of inconsolable sobbing. She had seen Quasimodo, or the Loch Ness Monster, or their offspring. K-Mum rushed back in and hurriedly snatched her from my arms, and muttered something about the baby being fatigued and fussy after a long day. Let's just say we've shelved the precociousness theory for the time being and decided that she can't quite yet figure out her surroundings. In the meantime, K-Pop has strict instructions with K-Mum to rotate his picture into view every couple hours when he's not home.