Still no bottle, sippycups rule the day.
I just looked over at Zoe, who was looking at me deviously from the table. All the blueberries on her plate were gone, which seemed unlikely, so on a hunch I looked down her shirt. No blueberries, but a baby carrot. When I found it she grinned at me, a sure indication that it’s placement was no accident. Now she has another carrot down there, and some goldfish. Who am I to judge her artistic expression?
(Apparently she actually ate the blueberries; I haven’t found them anywhere else.)