We went to Memere's and Pepere's house for the afternoon. Pepere had made a beef stew for lunch. He had made it before and Violet had eaten a surprisingly large amount, so he made it again today.
We got Violet into her highchair and put the bowl in front of her. Unlike the first time when she devoured a surprising amount, this time she just picked. She ate a few carrots, but not much else.
I asked, "Violet, don't you like the stew? Pepere made this for us."
Pepere said, "Violet, did you try the potatoes?"
Violet said, "The potatoes are too slippery. I can't eat them." I'm not sure what that means, but there you go.
Later on, Violet ran around like a nut around the living room and eventually started to seem tired. We put her down for a nap. As tired as she seemed, she wasn't going to sleep. From the other room I heard her say, "Daddy, I can hear you're voice. You didn't sing me any songs." So it was my fault that she didn't nap?
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