Pasted

We've found the second thing Hannah will not eat. The first is oatmeal. Last night at dinner as she was plowing through fingerfuls of broccoli, rye bread, cheese, squash, and salmon, she picked up a french fry and, copying her mom, stuffed it into a small container of catsup and then into herself. Oh, how I wish I take a photo right then. There was a moment's pause, then she screwed up her face for a long moment like she was trying to understand a David Lynch film, removed the fry, gave it a long investigating stare, and then passed it up dismissively to Stephanie. Stephanie's family is notoriously pro-catsup, so I'm putting this one in the win column for the Baxters.