(Thump, thump, thump)
K: I need to come up on you.
Me: Okay. (Haul child onto lap)
K: I know what the problem is.
K: We need to DO something!
Me: Okay! Sounds like a plan!
K: Here are some toes. (Sticks her foot in my face) Would you like to eat them?
Me: Ummm…. okay. Should we dip them in ketchup first?
K: No, salsa. I get you some.
(Haven’t heard from her in some time now, so I may be safe)