O, this morning, on the first dusting of snow on the trees and roofs:
"It's not winter all the way, just a wittle bit"
Looking at Daddy's broken toe, purple and swollen, after Daddy explained that he bumped into something and it just snapped
"Did a crab snap it?"
N. has found her hands, and has started to suck on her fists, and hang onto my shirt like a koala bear when she eats. She also has a way of putting her hand flap over her forehead after eating, as if she is so satisfied, she just has to rest a moment and enjoy it.