Just now, right after breakfast, Elvis toddled over to my bed, and hoisted one of her dolls up before climbing in herself. "Place. Eat. Baby." she said.
"This is the place for your baby to eat?" I asked. "Very cool. Come on up."
She settled in, held the baby in front of her, and lifted it to her mouth.
"Eat fingers." she said. "Eat eyes."
And then she did.