A few nights ago I didn’t feel like doing anything for dinner. I had some canned soup and we made sandwiches. Not bad, filling, and Keeley just kind of ate leftovers and then mooched off of us. Worked out well. However, she wanted to ‘dip’ her (aka my) sandwich into dad’s soup, just like dad was doing (albeit dad had his own sandwich). So she took part of my sandwich, and ‘dipped’ her bread into the soup spoon. Too cute.