Upstaged

The scene: Living room couch. Mommy sits with Nathan reclined in her lap, his feet up on her chest. Mommy blows raspberries and Nathan rewards her with drooly wide-mouthed smile. Ditto for a panopoly of strange faces, songs, and poofs of air blown in face.
Suddenly Nathan looses interest, attention caught by something else.

Mommy: What are you looking at, sweet boy?
Nathan: A-goo (punctuated with enthusiastic arm flap)
Mommy: (making vain attempt to get into his line of sight) Pffffffffffft!
Nathan: (studiuosly avoiding eye contact) a-bleu?
Mommy: What are you looking at? (pregnant pause as mommy follows his gaze) Ohhhhhhh. Your toes!
Nathan: (staring in wide mouthed awe at newly discovered beings at the end of his legs) Mmmmmm-blech! (wild kicking of feet)
Mommy: (touching painfully adorable and wiggly little toes) Those are your toes. And your feet!
Nathan: (giving Mommy a questioning look then returning attention to feet, brow furrowed in concentration) A-bleu? (followed by tentative toe wiggling)

Repeat last two lines about 50 times.

And that is how, today, I was replaced, at least briefly by a new entertainment.
Nathan has found his feet.