This is not light fare

My little Miss K. I haven't written about her lately, but there is much to tell. She is becoming quite adept at copying her sister (whom she calls "Sissa"). And within the last week or so, Miss E has decided that she needs to open the refrigerator door, hold it open, and scan the edible contents that lie within. Now, if I thought there were EVER a chance that she would pick something other than cheese, I might have more patience with her and the amount of time she stands there just looking and looking and looking.

Anyway, I digress. This post is about Miss K.

So, Miss K was in the kitchen with me today when I said, "I wonder what we'll have for lunch," and opened the refrigerator door. She scooted right around me and positioned herself in front of the cheese drawer. I rolled my eyes.

But then she started touching other containers. Handling them. Turning them over.
And she picked one up and said, "But."
Holding on to the butter container, she reached in and grabbed an opaque plastic container with a bright orange lid.
"These!" she announced.

Carrying the butter and chicken & dumplings into the dining room (read: play room), she plopped herself down on the carpet to examine her lunch selections.

And I'm wondering to myself, "Why the dining room floor?"

When I asked her to come back into the kitchen with her "lunch," she said, "Top?"

I then asked: "What are you going to eat with the butter?" Her response: "Top?"

So I decided to play along. Miss E was at school, and we had time for play.

I opened the top for her, and this is what happened. I'm not sure any more words are necessary here. But I may add some, just for fun.

Let me just say this: what I love about young toddlers is that they have no sense whatsoever about "shoulds." Miss K decided that butter was a wonderful medium for painting: painting the butter container, the table, herself, and she just did it. She didn't even mind that I had the camera going. She's used to that.

And what I also love about young toddlers? They think that cleaning up is fun. Even though she wasn't terribly helpful, Miss K was quite cheerful about wiping up the mess. And that's something I could learn more about, right?