So it has been three days.
And the toddler is still carrying around a bag of corn meal and treating it like a baby.
She made her daddy cuddle with it yesterday.
She pokes and prods it into the perfect shape and rests it gently upon her shoulder.
She sits it in her highchair.
We have baby dolls. We have stuffed animals. We have any number of things that would be more normal to carry around than something she dug out of the back of my baking supply shelf. But no, we are once again verifying that we are the wierdest toddler alive. Corn meal it is.