Where’s your milk?

When it was time for Lila’s lunch, I put her in her high chair and gave her a grilled cheese sandwich. I had also recently given her milk, so I went hunting for it.

After several minutes of searching, I couldn’t find it. So I decided to ask Lila.

Where’s your milk?

Lila responded with a swift point to the kitchen. I searched for a few more minutes with no luck. So this time I took Lila out of her high chair.

Where’s your milk?

She got serious and quickly marched into the kitchen and pointed at a specific drawer – her drawer. Sure enough, her milk was sitting in there – safe.

So smart.