The baby knew something was up when it was time for pie yesterday. I'm sure she wasn't hungry -- she had just eaten Thanksgiving dinner, for heaven's sake -- but she was insistent that she needed some pie. I'm still curious about what cues she was picking up on that made her so certain she should get some of what we were having.
Boxed mac and cheese is one thing; pecan pie is quite another. No pecan pie for eleven-month-olds, no matter how sure they are that it would be tasty. A little whipped cream, though? We can do a little whipped cream. In this picture she has whipped cream smeared from crown to sternum. Who knew a spoonful could go so far?
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