Whenever I am busy with Boy Terror, Girl Terror feels the need to do something, anything, to get my attention. Usually when I am changing his butt I can count on her to be pulling on me, climbing in the closet, or just being a nuisence. This week she hit a new high point. As I stood at the change table, early in the morning, she did all she could to get my attention. When I refused to react to the general chaos, she clamoured under my nightgown, laughing her head off. She stood behind me, poking me. "I see you legs!!! Tee hee hee!!" poke, poke. " I see you bum!! Tee hee heee." Then the punch line. "Oooh. Nice bum." she cooed.