I see brown stuff on Sam's face and I think oh, her face is dirty. But I washed her face after breakfast and nothing she ate was brown. It's chocolate. Where did she get chocolate? . I walk into the breakfast room and there is my answer. My favorite bakey, my favorite cookie, is smeared across the floor and on the chair. Yesterday Sam figured out how to move chairs around to where she needs them, and that she can use the chair to get onto the counters and tables. This morning she used this new ability to eat half of my favorite cookies, and leave Matt's favorites with nary a nibble. Does this mean she is daddy's girl or she just has mom's taste in cookies?