Toddlers are weird.

This morning Beatrice insisted that she wanted to wear her pink and red snow hat to breakfast.

She wore it while eating quiche and a bagel.



She offered bits of her bagel to the photographs of the babies on the refrigerator as she always does.

Then she offered some to the dogs. Then she insisted on jamming pieces of bagel into my mouth.


Then she found a pair of pajama pants in the clean laundry pile and offered them to the photo-babies.

Then she used those pants to wipe down her chair and table, the dog kennels, the floors, the windows, and the back door.

She also kept sitting in my lap, hugging and kissing me, and singing "The Itsy-Bitsy Spider" (she doesn't really know the words, or the tune, but she sings tuneless gibberish while making all the right hand gestures - I still need to get it on video.)

I quizzed her on some body parts.

She spent more than an hour dashing around the kitchen cleaning, singing, eating, and feeding the dogs and babies, then suddenly announced she was ready to "go [to the] car." So she went and got her shoes and my shoes and handed them to me for "help shoes" and we went to IKEA to meet Lucas and Veronika.