Life Imitates The Movies

It occurred to me recently that my three year old is Harpo Marx come back to life.

The girl gets into absolutely everything. And she does so for the pure hell of it. You can always tell when she's about to do something devilish because she gets exactly that lunatic look of Harpo's on her face, the identical arched eyebrows, wide eyes and cunning grin. And when caught out, her general response is to laugh or, increasingly, to mock my stern expression.

Honestly, after dealing with her for even a little while, I always feel like my tie has been cut in half, my hat has been stolen and I'm holding her leg for the tenth time in a row.

In fact, the only difference between her and Harpo (aside from the fact that she's a girl) is that she never - stops- talking.

Heh. Having said all that, I have to admit I wouldn't want it any other way.

UPDATE: Speaking of Dad Blogging, Brian B. and the Smallholder both have posts up on how the whole Dad Thing changes your priorities. And Lileks is ranting about the latest Doll Travesty, How To Introduce Your Daughter To The Ho Life Category - Bottles with Bling.