So it's evening and Joel's on his way home and I need to get dinner started and I'm like, Look, Eleanor, I made you a tent! Why don't you mess about in here for a bit, read your books by flashlight or something.
And she's like, That's neat and good job on that one but also, your recycling bin is full.
Oh hey, fancy crackers, these look good.
And then I put her mittens on her (AT HER REQUEST) and she spent the next ten minutes trying to pick puzzle pieces up with her mouth.
She is exceedingly good at it.