Dear Miss Dinah,
Sometimes you just have one of those days where you seem particularly observant, particularly spongy, if you will. One of those days where it just seems like you are really soaking up what's going on around you.
Later this afternoon I took advantage of that by naming whatever you came in contact with: can, tag, keyhole, handle, handle, can, keyhole, tag, can, can, can... ad nauseam.
While putting some baby food into storage, you grabbed out a couple jars of baby food meats. You started sucking on the jar, because I think you recognized it was a food thing. But, the meats you have not tried. Mainly, because I have not tried them, and I just can't bring myself to give you something that I will not eat.
So, we had a tea party.
And they ate meat.
I love you.