When I was a kid, we always had a cat or two hanging around the house. Without fail, whichever cat we had at the time would jump up on the lap and lay right in front of the book I was currently reading. I didn't think twice about gently tossing the cat off the lap so that I could get back to my reading.

Now that I have a 10 month old kid, without fail, if I am reading something in bed, she will come up and lay her head on my chest, right in front of the book I am reading - just like all of those cats. The difference is, I don't think twice about gently tossing the book to the side and getting and giving some mush with my child.

just one joy of being a "mamamamama"