It was just some chicken and sweet potatoes. She has had both before.
But something about her sippy cup and her plate – full of my dinner in miniature, diced up and mashed – about her feeding herself (not with the spoon, the spoon was sort of an aspirational gesture), made me drop my shoulders and tilt my head and think, “Oh, you are big and so, so little.”
If that makes any sense?
Just for fun, here is Alice and the game we call “Night-night, Alice.” It is somewhat involved.