We went to the grocery store this afternoon - some old woman with bad breath decided she would give me 15 minutes of unsolicited advice on the benefits of blendered foods for our boy instead of the dangerous nutrition-free jars of food that were in my cart. Caroline isn't dressed particularly much like a boy today - her pants are covered with flowers. Not that I was going to change my purchasing decision anyway, but I refuse to listen to anyone that calls her a boy. Later, during lunchtime back home, a bird flew in the kitchen through the vent over the stove - though I heard it coming it still startled the heck out of me. Caroline was too busy playing with the scrambled eggs that she refused to eat to notice or care.