The delight of her spoils
Arwen loved getting her own sippie cup. She especially likes the one with handles, (Their hands don't get cold with handles.) but hers is noticeably smaller than Seth's. I think she has made this distinction because she still tries her best to get her hands on his. Maybe she prefers the vanilla soy over the cow's milk. Or maybe she just knows it isn't hers. Two days ago I saw her toddle around the corner from the sitting room where Seth was, his sippie cup in her hand. She looked happy, and she was hustling, scurrying, to get away before he noticed. There have been several times like this lately, times of orneriness, that I get a real sense of delight from her.
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