Moving tragedies

At the end of our camp-style lunch break on day 2 of moving, she scooted herself allllllllll the way over to the bowl ... and we'd eaten all the food!

(And yes, that pointy silver thing is a knife, because Daddy wanted to see me freak out. Don't worry, I snatched it away as soon as his foot was off it. Hey, when your house is furniture-less, sometimes utensils end up on the floor.)