Mad that she can't share my lunch yet -- it was too hot. She understood this, but was mad anyway, smacking the table and shouting "hot! hot!"
Grace loves playing with her train. This usually means tossing the cars around, pushing the frog's head to hear him sing, and getting me to hook up the cars of her choice (so she can toss them around again).
Looking out at the rain.
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