Her Cuteness has never been what I would call a "normal" child.  She is, after all, offspring of InvertedMind.  And she's my first-born, too, so she probably came from the most potent of my…uh…you know.  She inherited my sense of humor, too, and that can only be described as frightening.

The one thing I thought was normal about her — until today, that is — was her preference for food.  She always seemed to like the usual suspects.  She's a pizza fanatic, and she loves sweet stuff.  I did think it strange that she just completely stopped eating chicken fingers, though.  And my concerns became quite well founded today, when — 24 hours after shunning said chicken fingers — she ate three helpings of fresh pasta primavera.  For those of you who don't know what that is, it's basically pasta and sauteed vegetables.  The girl was thrilled to eat broccoli.  Yes, she's my child, and I loved it growing up.  But I was totally unprepared for the possibility that God would make such an exact copy of me.  I mean, really, is the world ready for two of us?