Rachel was watching Andrew and I slave away in the kitchen. Andrew was putting the toppings on our pizza while I was cutting up fruit for a salad. When Andrew was done with the pizza I solicited his help with the salad. I put him in charge of soaking bananas and pears in lemon juice.
At one point Andrew and I were both working at one counter top together, out of the range of vision of Rachel's bouncy chair. She started to fuss because she couldn't see what was going on.
Almost like on cue, I kid you not, we both lifted one leg behind us and waved it at the baby while we continued our tasks.
Rachel was amused. I was amused. Andrew was amused.
We do things like that all the time. We are the same person. We could communicate without communicating--it's enough to make a person sick.