mailmen=police

Tonight we went to the summer concert series held in Watch Hill. Mercy played contentedly on our blanket for a bit, but then, of course, she crawled away to sit in front of a bunch of spectators. She sat there waving to everyone repeatedly and saying hi. Luckily, no one grew tired of her. We let her wave to the same four couples for about ten minutes, and then I had to use her Bert doll to wave her back over to us; otherwise, she probably would have sat there the rest of the evening, waving to her public. The woman behind us in the picture commented that she'd never seen a more perceptive baby. 

There was a young police officer standing behind us the whole time providing event "security." Mercy was obsessed with him, waving to him all night. He waved back a couple times, but he had to pretend to be serious since he was on duty. This playing-hard-to-get only intensified Mercy's fixation. She kept referring to him as 'meh meh' (mailman). We kept telling her to call him 'police,' but the blue uniform convinced her it was our mailman. I told the officer that she was calling him mailman, and he chuckled, but seemed secretly defeated. Perhaps I shouldn't have told him.