Snack Time

I wouldn't be the one to say that Abigael is needy, but she does tend to really like lots of attention. Anyone who's been around her knows that she loves interaction and demands it from everyone she meets. Needless to say we start to get a little worried when she disappears from the room we're in for more than five minutes. The quiet that settles over the house when she decides to play alone is almost eerie.
Last night was one of those times. I was going from room to room, making dinner, picking up toys and watching a little tv. Abigael wandered off, giving me a brief respite from the hand pulling to play and pleading for Halloween candy. Without the chatterbox running, I became lost in my own thoughts. Absentmindedly, I walked down the hallway and turned the corner into the kitchen. I stopped in my tracks as I saw Abigael sitting in the middle of the kitchen floor. Her legs were stretched out in front of her, a small plastic bottle between them on the floor. She looked up at me and froze. Her eyes twinkled and a smirk stretched across her face. "I eat!" she garbled through a mouth full of food. I walked across the kitchen and knelt down. She watched me and giggled. "I eat Zak's food!" I looked in the bottle she had filled herself and laughed. I guess she needed a snack.