For some strange reason, Joy didn't want to take her seizure pills last night. Usually there's no trouble. I wrap them up in a bit of fruit (last night it was Turkish apricots, always good to up the fiber in the diet, if ya know what I mean!)
I was chasing her around the living room with the apricots, doing the silly-mommy approach of "num, num, so good!" and pretending to eat them myself before trying to pop them into her mouth. She was having none of it, and I was getting frustrated.
Then JoyDad said, "Let me try."
He placed the apricots on the corner of the counter closest to the living room, and then backed off.
Joy got a mischievous look in her eye, zoomed around past the counter to snag the apricots, and chowed down without even slowing down.
JoyDad understands this girl a little too well, sometimes. Mischief-makers, the both of them!