Joelle and I were snackin’ before her big pizza party tonight.  We sat down in front of the tv.  Joelle, with her plate of nicely cut apples (no peels!) and mommie with the rinds from Joelle’s perfectly cut apples.  Elise, sitting in her swing by the tv, lurched forward to look at Joelle’s plate.  She then looked over at my plate, looked back at Joelle’s plate and then my plate again.  She looked up at me and belted out a huge wail of complaint.  Where is my food!?  It was just so hilarious to watch her little eyes dart back and forth between our stashes of food.  I don’t always know what she’s upset about, but in this case, it was quite obvious.