In the time it took me to spread hummus on a piece of bread and cut it into bite-size pieces Little Miss Penelope managed to secretly climb up her high chair, put her legs in the holes and sit down. When I turned around to the sound of her banging her fists on the table and asking for food, I questioned whether I was having a pre-alzheimer's moment and had just forgotten that I had placed her in there, or if she had really figured it out on her own.
What will she figure out next?
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