Normal. Right?

We're driving down the road and Sonja looks back to check on Zoe, who was being atypically quiet in her car seat. The little one holds her index finger in front of pursed lips and blows, as if trying to extinguish a candle. (Her version of the universal non-verbal sign for ssshhhhh.)

"Tacker sleeping," she says.

"Who's sleep..." Sonja starts to ask, but then realizes what she said. Zoe had a Ritz cracker in her lap, half covered with a blanket, and was patting it to sleep.

We laugh.

Fast forward a couple days. I get home from work and sit down in a chair in the living room, where Zoe is playing. She rolls over and ends up with her head directly beneath my left foot, which is crossed over my right leg.

"Hello Daddy's shoe," she says.

"Are you talking to my shoe?"

"Yes. Hello Daddy's sock."

I laugh, then retell the story at dinner. We laugh again.

Funny stories. But here's the reason I posted them on the blog: Ummm... this is normal, right?

I ask those parents more experienced than I... is my daughter exhibiting creativity and a sense of humor, or is she destined to be the crazy lady standing on the corner having an argument with the newspaper boxes?

Just wondering.