Not too long ago at work, a coworker of mine who hasn't known me very long asked another coworker who is a friend of mine, "How old is Ann's baby?". The friend looked at him with confusion wondering if there was some other Ann he was talking about. She said, "Ann doesn't have a baby." He said, "Oh, I overheard her say something about her baby." It suddenly dawned on her. She knows me well. She said, "OH!! Ann's "baby" (and I'm sure she very aptly used air quotes) is six. She isn't exactly a baby any more."
I beg to differ, and I present my proof here:
This is how babies sit, no? Do you know ANYBODY other than a yoga instructor or toddler who would willingly, comfortably sit like this?
Babies, toddlers, and gymnasts are the only ones with this sort of flexibiltiy and balance, and I'm quite certain she is not a gymnast. Or a yoga instructor.
Therefore, by some official mathematical corollary (we'll just call it the House of Estrogen Baby Corollary since I don't know the official name), this child is definitely still a baby. And always will be. Once she is sitting more like a tween, I'll come up with some other logic. My baby. Yes, she is.