The Clapper

Last night about 10:30 Rosie started crying. I was already in bed so I thought I might just wait it out and see if she went back to sleep. She kept crying on and off, and between cries I here this, "smack, smack, smack." Hmmmm, this mysterious sound can only mean one thing: the clapper is at it again.
I go into her room, and she's sitting up in her bed, in the dark, crying, and.... clapping? What a goofball! I picked her up and she acted like her tummy hurt, so I nursed her back to sleep. We didn't hear from her again till after 3:00, which is when she typically wakes up hungry.
So hopefully soon she figures out that clapping is for happy time. You don't clap and cry, that is just too strange!