As some of you may know, our little Peanut and Mama (Sylvia) are pretty much joined at the hip. Peanut is Mama's closest companion and biggest defender. I got a little taste of Peanut's ferocity the other day when S offered me the remainder of a salad she'd been eating (she was done with it). I took one bite and looked up to see Peanut pointing her finger at me and saying "No, Mommy! SPIT IT OUT!! Mama's salad!"
Two years old, here we come!
