Lucy loves this small fuzzy giraffe that Ya-ya got her at the SB Zoo. She told me tenderly, “I love my giraffe. He’s my daughter.” This morning after some cuddles, she said, “I’m going to eat you up!” She then made gobbling motions with her mouth. I said, “Do I taste good?” She said, “You taste gwoss.” I said, “What do I taste like?” She said, “Chicken.” I said, “What do you taste like?” She said, “Fruits and vegetables.” “How about brother?” “He taste like flowers.” “And Dad?” “He taste like books.”