When Markus brought the girls home happy and excited from the playground this evening, Ellie could smell dinner cooking and asked what I was making. I told her she smelled the soup simmering on the stove.
"SOUP, Papa! We're having SOUP!" Ellie shouted joyfully. Her enthusiasm was astounding for such a notoriously picky eater. I was suspicious but happy with her jubilant response.
She continued, "SOUP! Mama's making soup!
And Mama...what are you making for me?"