Apparently though, Loreli did not feel the same ardor. Within 5 minutes of being in the store, two strangers had commented on the seriousness of her face.
I considered that maybe she thought we had found some sort of infinite food paradise and got into strict business mode once she realized that how many people already knew about this place...
Then, this past weekend, we took a family trip to the New Britain Museum of American Art, and we got the same thing from our usually sweet, giggly girl - just straight up StoneFace McBabyPants.
There was even one old lady who awkwardly failed in trying to play peekaboo with her, using my shoulders as a blockade. After a solid few minutes of me squirming on the inside while this poor old woman popped up behind me like a meerkat, Loreli eventually made it clear to her she was not going to be amused.
I've considered whether our daughter has inherited my inclination to always remain guarded among others, or if perhaps this old lady was just the worst peekabooer in the history of mankind... but either way - it's apparent my little girl has a lengthy vetting process for anyone attempting to gain her approval.
Long story short, this might very well be the last, and perhaps only good news I ever receive with regards to her future love life.
If you think that's a serious face, just wait my dear...