Another demand: she wanted her favorite socks. I gave in, thinking they'd be hidden by the pants anyway. But no.
I spent some time rooting around in the minivan for a lost deposit slip so I could balance the checkbook, and I spent some time reading inserts from the bank which inform us that For Our Convenience they will now be screwing us SEVEN ways from Sunday instead of the former six. We're making changes FOR YOU!
And I worked with Henry on baby table manners. Pinky out, Henry.