Strange evening

So tonight, after reading stories to the kids, Julie and I both fell asleep. This was around 7:30.

Well, eventually we got up, watched a video and then cleaned up the kitchen. Julie threw a pear core into the compost. "Who ate a pear?" I asked. We looked at each other, perplexed.

"Must have been Mari," Julie said. "She did say after her bath that she wanted fruit."

"When did she eat it?"

"Remember Austin came in and woke us up, and telling us that Mari was downstairs? He was laughing about it."

"So she came downstairs and ate a pear by herself at the table?"

To cap it off, we had brownies for dessert and she had two bites before she put her piece in Boo's food bowl. She prefers fruit.

That's why we call her "The Fruit Baby."