Lately, since Olive has transitioned from her crib to a bed, she's been getting up and starting her days especially early - often before Rob and I are ready to get up, so she busies herself happily until we are. However, she's taken to opening up the refrigerator to examine the contents and consider what she'd like for breakfast. Yesterday we heard the refrigerator door open and some clattering ensue so Rob went to investigate. What he found was Olive, on the floor with a slab of tempeh, setting to work boring a hole in the packaging with a knife she'd selected from the utensil drawer. She had a very specific plan, that one.
Shortly afterwards, when Rob had made her eggs and vegetables for breakfast, she looked up and asked him, "But where's the tempeh?"
I WISH! I don't think I could pay Grant, aka "Starchy Bunker," to eat tempeh! Their first date is going to be so interesting...
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