Tonight's conversation

Brea loves to watch when dinner is being prepared. She pulls up a chair and stands at the counter ready to snap up any bits of food that might come her way. After watching me cut up veggies and snacking on peppers, she made her way to Daddy who was pulling the meat off the chicken...

Craig: "She's begging for food scraps like a dog!"
Brea: "No dog, Daddy! Little girl. I'm Brea!"

Those little ears pick things up just fine.