Quarta had a heck of a day today. She got to look ridiculous in her leopard-print dress (which she later accessorized with pink and purple rain boots) for a trip to Bordeaux. She got to eat lunch in a restaurant. When we returned to our village, she got an ice cream cone all to herself.
And then the ice cream was gone. After turning my back for a split second to throw away the napkin, I turned back to find her diving, head first, into my purse.
Me: "Quarta, what are you doing in my purse?"
Why in the world would she think that??? At least I'm not hiding chocolate under my pillow. Like some grandmothers I know.