Breakfast

I love having breakfast with Catie sometimes. About two minutes ago I looked at her tray and she was happily cramming pancakes into her mouth while a small pile of mandarin oranges waited to be tried for the first time. And now, when I look at her two minutes later, her entire tray is clear - like the oranges never existed - and she has a dopey smile on her face and a piece of pancake hanging out of the side of her mouth. Silly little piglet, those oranges never knew what hit them.