M and I were talking in E's room, making a grocery list, as I changed E's diaper and got her into her pajamas. M's plan was to head out to the store while I got E to sleep. We had our list completed, but E hasn't been eating much of the food we've been sending with her to school lately, so I asked her if she wanted Daddy to get anything in particular. "Get red grapes and lellow peppers and ornj peppers and red apples and brown pears and red mango, Dada!" "Um, okay," he said, taking notes, and off he went.