Leina has a new weapon in her arsenol. She’s gotten pretty good at using her little “pease?” to her greatest advantage but yesterday, she took it up a notch. She added the hands.

She approached me and looked up from under dark lashes. Then she clasped her little hands together with her fingers interlocked and held them under her chin as if in prayer. Finally, she uttered in her littlest, sweetest voice…

“ice ceem, pease?”

Now, do I even need to say that we ended up watching Elmo’s world snacking on a bowl of vanilla bean at 9:30am? It was the little hands I tell ya. I have no defense.

Boy, am I a sucker.