Today, while running groceries into the house, I left the girls strapped into their car seats, splitting a strawberry-frosted donut. (I might have a small problem with the pumpkin lattes at Dunks. And Beatrice does call it the Donut Store.) On my last trip out to get the girls, I surprised Beatrice, who was leaning across the backseat and stuffing the cake part of her donut into Josie's obliging mouth, commanding her little sister, "Eat it, Josie! Eat it!"
Fully knowing the answer, I asked her, "Did you only eat the frosting?" And that's not what's surprising. What's surprising (and impressive) is that Beatrice has found herself the perfect escape when it comes to food she doesn't want to eat, and it comes in the form of her baby sister and an absentee mom. Brilliant.
