Some days Olivia seems to dislike the last 10 minutes of our commute more than anything in this world. To keep me sane I will call Will and put him on speaker to talk to her. He asks her questions and she answers him. The other night I told her to tell Daddy what she wanted for dinner. She chimed in with “peesa.” Will thought I coached her. Nope. I was in the mood for tacos and taco night it was at the L household. Sorry, sweet pea. Last night we did have “peesa.” We ordered a large pizza (cut into 8 slices) and she ate two of them. Two! and then TWO cups of peach yogurt. I guess she’s getting ready for a growth spurt.