Last week, I got a phone call from an old friend I hadn't spoken to in over a year, Lisa TS. While we were catching up, Emi-chan was playing with her toys, "reading" her books, watching TV, hitting the TV, yelling at the TV, and making lolli-lolli and blah-blah-blah noises. After awhile, I realized Emi-chan wasn't with her toys, books, or the TV and I couldn't hear her anymore. While still on the phone, I went looking for her. Soon, I found her under the dining table, eating Rick's chocolate. I'm not sure how she got to the chocolate since it was on the table out of her reach, although I suspect she pulled down a couple of my books and used them as a step stool to get to the chocolates. In any case, she looked like she was really enjoying the bittersweet chocolate truffle dipped in dark chocolate. When she realized she was in trouble, Emi-chan took off, leaving a chocolate trail behind her. Sorry I hung up on you, Lisa TS.

A few days later, while I was making a dinner salad, Emi-chan came over and sat down at my feet not to adore me, but to try to open the cabinets we recently locked up. I dropped accidentally dropped a Campari tomato, and before I could get it, Emi-chan got it and began to play with it. Soon, I heard a soft squish. Emi-chan had smashed the tomato between her fingers and began to smear it on the kitchen floor. Then, she began to eat it. Good thing I had just finished washing and cleaning the floors about a hour earlier, otherwise it would have been a grosser story.
















