Monday, January 21, 2013

Definite requests.

They're wonderful things.  I asked the pixie what she wanted for supper, a bit ago.  Usually, I just get a blank stare, until I start suggesting things.  Not so, tonight.  The answer was immediate: "Want pizza!"

The oven is preheating.  It's better than trying to figure out what to feed her.

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