Quite possibly the most delightful moment of my day.
Number of times she plays with her food: directly proportionate to the number of items on her plate.
Number of times she asks me to wiggle her tooth: twice, because after that I tell her not to ask me anymore. (Why did I tell her she had a loose tooth? It was in a moment of weakness.)
Number of times she stops eating to have a good laugh: plenty. It's easy to make her laugh.
Number of Carolines in this world: just one. And I can't tell you how much I enjoy every moment I get to spend with her.