Where did the time go?

This morning at breakfast, Brea asked for toast. I tempted her with some yogurt as we waited for the bread to get crispy... nothing extraordinary there. I buttered the bread, cut it into Brea-bite slices and walked to the high chair but Brea had other ideas. She climbed onto one of the wooden chairs at the kitchen table and waited for me to put her plate down, then she calmly reached up and took a piece of toast and happily chomped sitting at the table like a "big" girl.

Where did my baby go?