Sitting in her favorite spot--on the counter. I know it can't last much longer, but she loves it up there. Tonight she tried to grate her own Parmesan cheese on her pasta, and she shook some cinnamon in to the oatmeal the other morning and she was so danged proud of herself. Soon though, we'll set up her own kitchen (that Cora and Carl bought her).
She's wearing oven mitts here. And clapping. And saying "yay."
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