really good at things

i was sitting in the kitchen yesterday with mika.
she got up from the table after a bit and went to sit on the stairs.
i could feel her little eyes observing me from her perch.

your really good at things courtney.

oh? like what? (thinking, you're implying im good at what i do, huh?)

like opening playdough and snapping your fingers.

ah.

isnt that great? those two things just mean the world to her. she can only understand that i am able to do them, which makes me good at it.

i told her that very soon she would be able to do such seemingly impossible things.
she too would open difficult playdough cans, snap her fingers together and actually make a noise and maybe even learn how to curl her tongue into that crazy four leaf clover.
something that, despite my age, i have never been good at.