Nothing perks up Gab better than a tube of good ole' Pringles. The cherry sorbet -- which we bought from an entreprenuer by the roadside -- was not that great a hit. After a few spoonfuls, she gave up on it. Or rather, she gave it to her parents whose mouths are synonymous to in-sink erators. This is from the viewpoint of a child who is tottering on Piaget's Pre-Operational Stage thus still largely egocentric.
There is a great number of adults stuck in that stage though. I hope Gab doesn't grow up to be one of them. If she does, I am certain I will come up with a perfect theory... or excuse... to explain/justify the behavior.
