anything edible ... I will grab your bread, your hair, your yorkshire puds. And I want to do it myself please. And I will squawk VERY loudly at you and growl if you don't heed my 5-min food warnings. Dadadadadadadada. Is my absolute favourite word, sentence and phrase. And I will not sit down. No way. I want to stand and I've got the thighs to do it. Here's me on a zebra, with big sis playing a rousing accompaniment on a piano in the background. No wonder I have to yell to get attention around here ...
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