I caught her staring at the mirror at herself. I asked her if she was ok. She said, well, maybe she had really eaten too much. She has never seen herself this big. Maybe there is such a thing as too much cheese? Maybe a girl shouldn’t eat enough beef for a village. Most she’s said sentence-wise in a while.

But, then I told her that her sundae would melt if she didn’t come back soon. And I was right, she hadn’t eaten enough yet. She should know by now, I’m always right about her appetite.