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She loves that stroller, her "gol-uh" (a step up from "GUH-guh"). Unfortunately, it's already broken from being sat in. Well, nothing a little needle and thread can't fix. Prior to that, she spent the morning pushing it around and singing "Ahm pushing mah gol-uh!" under her breath.

She was playing with that doll (and accompanying baby bottle) all day. The baby bottle was apparently a place to get oil to put in my hair, which she was very careful about. Then it reminded her that *clearly*, I needed milk - so she lifted her shirt and pulled my head in (in case I didn't get the point). Three "uh... okay, I'm done honey's" later, it was time to sing "Nahn geen bahbuls hane on da wa", holler "NI!" and kiss me. I guess that was naptime. These kids can be exhausting.

I did find out why, though. See, the white sugar we all thought Jenn had simply run out of? Turns out it was hidden in their desk drawer the whole time. I called Jenn, told her, she went "Oh, well, it's almost gone anyway". Judging from the amount on their floor, probably not... "Really? I didn't even know I had sugar, then!"

That, I guess, would be the point. None of us realized she had sugar, then.