Our daughter often seems older than her age of nearly three. Then there are the other days. Like this morning. Lexi was sitting on the counter chair in the kitchen, watching TV, drinking a happy meal sized bottle of chocolate milk. She props the bottle on her seat in between her feet, where it of course spills a moment later. The nearly full bottle is now on the chair and on the floor. Angela and I are watching from the other room, curious what she will do. At first she hollers that she spilled and she needs more, but she quickly gets distracted by splashing her feer in the puddle on the chair, and by styling her hair with it. A few moments later she comes into the living room, rather disturbed by the fact that for some indeterminate reason, her hair has become yucky. Now in order to come into the living room, she left a little brown trail of chocolate milk foot prints on the floor.