This morning Sasha came upstairs sing-song chanting, "Mom, you soup!"
What a thoughtful girl - I love starting the morning with butter-tomato-Bakugan (which she calls, "peacock," I'm guessing because it opens sort of like a peacock's tail?) soup. But my favorite part is that she remembered to wear her oven mitt! Maybe she's finally learned that things from the oven are, "wewy, wewy 'ot"?