Yesterday I was feeding Henry in his high chair and he was trying to grab the spoon out of my hand.  I said “Henry, it’s mine!” and then Poppy came up to me and said,  “What does ‘mine’ mean, Mummy?  C’est à moi?“.  Oh boy did I chuckle to myself.  I guess it’s starting to bubble up as Drew would call it.

Here she is sitting underneath the coat pegs at her daycare having a little snack before she goes in.