So after lunch, Clio declared she was ready to "do the hearts" and asked for some bowls.

She proceeded to count them, pour them, scoop them, organize them, and have us read them to her.

But guess what? It never once occurred to her to put them in her mouth.
Eleri was another story, though.

Luckily, Clio is an expert at taking things away from her sister, and this was no exception.

This morning, Clio got the heart "game" out again, and we did a little ethnographic experiment, grouping them by saying. Among my observations: there was one "amigo" to three "amigas," more "call me"s than "hug me" and "kiss me" combined, and, interestingly enough, the most common word or phrase in the two boxes was "dulce." When I pointed this out to Dave, he convincingly asked (in front of Clio), "why would this heart game say 'sweet' so many times?"
Why indeed.
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