We're really getting the hang of "prentend" now, dad gum it. This morning Brianna (Lori's daughter) made pancakes and gave Annabel four silver-dollar-sized cakes on a plastic plate. Since we were in the porch playroom (and no sticky, oohey-gooey substances are allowed in there) she had to forego the syrup. After systematically jamming three of the pancakes in her mouth and chewing them up with glee, she realized what she was missing. So away she went to her pretend kitchen (a playbench filled to bursting with all manner of plastic toy utensils) fished out a bottle and pretended to put syrup on the last remaining cake. Yum.