If Schuyler is not a good chef when she grows up, it's not for a lack of interest. She is constantly rearranging the foodstuffs in the lower cupboards (baby-proofing is for wimps! [and negligent parents]) and taking them over to her coffee table where they are arranged in size order (although it is entirely possible that they are arranged according to sodium content - I haven't gone that far into it). Then sometime in the morning is "snack time" signalled by Schuyler's hungry sign and a persistent "nack? nack?". When the snack is retrived, she dutifully plops herself down on the ground and eats it wherever she found herself on the floor. I'll miss that when she's older.
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