Once again she was having oats for dinner and for some reason a baby doll was on her high chair tray. (I've learned to not ask why when certain unexpected events occur.) I then looked over and she was spooning heaping bites of oats into the dolls mouth. What was most precious was the sheer look of delight on her face. She was a mommy. She was sharing her beloved oats.
Later on when we were enjoying a movie and the same dolly wound up on the couch I went to remove it and discovered it was soaking wet. When I inquired to Hubby about this predicament he gruffly said: somehow oats got all over the doll. I think she was feeding it.
And I was all sad, wondering if Kaiya got to give the dolly a bath or if daddy just hosed it down in the kitchen sink.