Zoe Prepares Lunch for Daddy

As told by Daddy:

Okay, so she didn't really MAKE lunch.

I'm in the computer room the other day and Zoe's messing around in the living room/kitchen area, doing her typical Zoe thing... or so I thought. I listen with half an ear as she's digging around in "her drawer" (we have a bottom-level cabinet drawer set aside for her use, in which she has a variety of flower-shaped bowls and some little kid plates and things... sometimes she empties it so she can sit in it. Whatever, it's hers) and relocating her furniture, which is nothing unusual. After a bit she gets quiet, then I hear her call for me.

"Daaa."

Huh, I think, that's a bit out of character. Nonetheless, I'm in the middle of composing an email, and she doesn't sound at all injured or hysterical, so I say "Yeah, Z, just a second."

Two beats later, "Daaa." I smile.

"Almost done, Hon. Let me finish this and I'll be-"

"Rice! Rice! Come, Daaa! Sit!!"

What the heck does THAT mean?!? Now she's piqued my curiosity, and I promptly hop up to go find out what she's up to. She's standing, maitre d'-like, by her little table with the little chairs arranged at it and her dishes set up in a way that strongly suggest her and I are supposed to be sitting there having lunch. "Hungry?" I ask.

"Yesh"

"And I'm assuming you want... rice? With veggies?"

Emphatic nod. "Yesh".

"Well okay then."

(edited by Mommy to add - this took place on July 30, 2007)