Last night at dinner Brother asked for thirds on the chicken cutlets. Then, Little Bitty finished her dinner - and rather than clawing at my legs or sitting in my lap to pour juice in my plate - she went to the closet, got out the tinker toys and sat quietly next to us at her little activity table and played. With the tinker toys. In the way in which they were meant to be played. ? My husband and I eyed the kids and exchanged looks like - what's up with this? I could only deduce that it was a full moon or some change in barometric pressure.
Although, later at bath time Little Bitty threw a super-size cup of water at me because I wouldn't let her take a (cloth) teddy bear in the bath. And Brother made a big production of soaping and cleaning his boy parts. So - whatever the dinner-time phenomenon was- it had passed by 7:30pm. All was back to normal.