Goldilocks

As I reheated yesterday's dinner for the girls' lunch today, "Fynnie, do you want your beans warm or cold?"

"Um," hands in the air for emphasis, "I wan' dem jus' wight."

Yes.  Of course.

Against all odds, her newly converted toddler bed (complete with pre-chewed rail, a gift from her big sis) is just right.

Or she has been messing with us since Saturday.