Andrea’s Weblog

My friend Anca was over and happened to witness Caper, our fluffy cat, bat at Elizabeth. (I think Elizabeth approached from behind and grabbed her tail.) Anca said, “be nice Caper,” a new phrase that Elizabeth enjoyed repeating over and over.

Fast-forward several days to dessert time after dinner. We’re getting out slices of peanut butter cup pie and plating them up. Elizabeth decides she can’t wait and tries to grab Frank’s pie off of his plate. Frank reacts by telling her not to do that and scowling with his hands on his hips. Elizabeth, not to be put off from “her” pie, retorts with “be nice Daddy!”

All I can say to this is that it is really good pie.