Be Waary Quiet, I’m Hunting Wabbits

valerie -- August 12th, 2009

I made lovely biscuits along with dinner tonight, and after insisting that she didn’t like biscuits Maia couldn’t get enough of them.

She had eaten most of her dinner and was longing for just one more biscuit–they live in the biscuit house, you know–and I gave in and let her go choose another to share. Maia hopped off her chair and proceeded to the other side of the table where John had moved the biscuit house (the bowl with a napkin liner they were sitting in) earlier out of her reach.

She looks over at me: “Shhhhh….I have to sneak up on the biscuits. They’re sleeping and I have to sneak up a grab one out of the house before they wake up!”

She then tip-toes over to the bowl and snatches up a biscuit and scampers away, presumably before the other biscuits realize what just happened.