Last night Accalia was snuggled up in our bed watching toons. She asked me to get her ice cold water and something to eat. "Surprise me!" she said. This is one of my least favorite ways to provide sustenance to one of my children because I invaribly pick the wrong food item even if it's a perennial fave. So I returned a minute later with her water and a piece of the vanilla cheesecake she had picked for her birthday. Accalia took the water, looked at the plate and said, "Oh well." It was said with such a mixture of resignation and pity for me and my inability to read her mind - her food cravings - and pick the right thing.

Cory and I laughed so hard when I came back downstairs and told him. Strangely enough, Accalia didn't ask me to get her anything else to eat last night.