Tonight I made cheeseburgers for dinner. We cut up Gillian’s cheeseburger to make it easier for her to eat. Before we even started eating, she was pointing at something. I assumed that she wanted a roll like John. I gave her a roll and she was happy for a little while. She then started pointing at something else. She wanted John’s juice box. We gave her one that had maybe a quarter left in it. She drank it quietly and quickly finished it. I turned to her and said if you eat some of your cheeseburger Johnny will get you another juice box. I didn’t expect anything. I didn’t think she would understand me. But she heard that and then leaned over her plate, mouth open wide and picked up a piece of cheeseburger. Daddy and I agreed that she reminded us of Randy from “A Christmas Story.”