It was about an hour or so after supper, and I was sitting on the couch while J & B played. J ran off to his room, and B suddenly decided she needed something. Her vocabulary is still pretty limited, so her "asking" consists of her pointing and whining. She was pointed and whining at the hanging fruit baskets very insistently, so I picked her up and held her near. To my surprise, she didn't want a banana (her usual fruit of choice); she was demanding an apple. Fine with me. I cut one up, put it in a bowl, and set it on the coffee table. She began wailing.
I followed her into the kitchen, where she stood sobbing, and pointing at the cabinets. I took a guess, and put a spoonful of peanut butter in the bowl with the apples. One of J's favorite snacks lately has been apples and peanut butter, and apparently she approves as well.
I left her happily at the coffee table with her snack, and went to go check on J. I returned to find a peanut butter-smeared toddler and a bowl full of apple slices.
All she wanted was the peanut butter.
That's my grand-daughter!!
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