(Thump, thump, thump)

K: I need to come up on you.

Me: Okay. (Haul child onto lap)

K: I know what the problem is.

Me: Oh?

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)