We just got home from Brunch at the Calgary Tower, where E was as good as can be expected of a two-year old but still too antsy and high-maintance for my current mood. So we get home and immediately she climbs up into her highchair and wants something to eat. Okay she's two whatever. But then she takes the Cheez Whiz and smears it across her tray pronouncing, "Making a mess". They're both in bed now and quiet; which is a Freakin Good Thing.