(Frankie does not have a black eye, my camera is doing some funky thing with shadows and I don't know how to fix it. Suggestions?)
Frankie: Molly, do you want some of my fruit, little honey? Mom said I could help myself to the fruit whenever I want to, Molly. I will share with you, Molly. Mom, I'm going to give Molly some fruit you said I could help myself whenever I wanted to, OK? OK, Mom?
Frankie: Molly, do you want to try some of my special cinnamon yogurt, little sweetheart?
Frankie: I'm going to get Molly a bowl for some yogurt, Mom! I'm going to share my yogurt with her, OK, Mom? Here you go, honey, you're going to like this.
Frankie: You don't like it, Molly? You want some orange juice, little honey? I'm going to get Molly some orange juice, OK, Mom? I'm going to get Molly a plate, too, OK, Mom? The bowl didn't work out too well, OK, Mom? Can you say "orange juice", little sweetheart? I'm going to get you some orange juice. OK, Mom?
I was wondering what I would find when I came into the kitchen, considering that pouring orange juice and yogurt in plates and bowls was going on, but I didn't want to interrupt her since she was clearly so incredibly proud of her caretaking skills. When I went in the kitchen, as the photo above reveals, I found perfectly poured juice, yogurt confined to a plate, and Frankie busily unwrapping a cheese stick and shredding some sliced turkey for Molly. I told her since she clearly had things totally under control around here, well, I was off to take a nap and would she please call me when she had my dinner ready?