The scene was a familiar one.
I was at the kitchen sink doing the dishes. Lydia was on the floor behind me playing with measuring cups, spoons, spatulas and the potato masher. She was babbling away with her usual, questionlike, "Ah? Ah? Ah?" Then she started crawling away. I thought she was going down the hall, which is what she usually does, so I didn't turn around.
A few moments passed.
Then I heard the familiar clink clinking of Cookie's food and water bowls. It didn't register for awhile that maybe JUST MAYBE it wasn't the dog making those dishes clink together. But when it did, it SURE DID, yaknowwhati'msayin?
I rounded the corner just in time to see my precious baby girl take a handful of dog food and stuff it in her mouth.
Then she looked at me.
She was smiling, and she was very, very proud of herself.