Grace loves to grate cheese (even if she doesn’t like to eat it), so while I was making pizza she was grating away. After the cheese was grated, reheated, moved from board to plate and back again, and squished a bit, she picks up two handfuls and goes, “Rock, rock, rock,” while rocking the cheese back and forth, then puts it down on the plate and starts with the next handful.

I guess we’ve been unsuccessful at teaching her to not play with her food…but I’m not a very good role model.

Grace was helping me to open the post, and inside one of the bank statements there was dome marketing material (buy stuff, buy stuff!) This, Grace decided, was a, “super surprise!” She opened it up, sits in her chair and says, “Reading my newspaper.”

At least the bar for a super surprise has been set low.