Last night we had a friend watching Avery while Colleen was at class and I was travelling.  The question she had was "does Avery like the news"?  Why, yes, she does.  "Why do you ask?"  Because the only time she looked up from playing was when the local weatherman was on television.

Yeah, that makes sense.  She loves to laugh at him.

Tonight, as I was feeding Avery and as she spit her food back at me, I was stuck in a quandry – do I laugh or do I sternly tell her no.  As nasty as it was, there is something quite humorous about corn, squash, and cereal flying back at your face from a young child’s mouth.  Just call me weird.