J and I decided to treat ourselves to some take-out this evening. We hardly ever bring dairy into the house but tonight was just one of those nights where we wanted it that bad. As usual we took all the precautions, got everything we needed out before, etc. While we were sitting down eating, Kayla comes into the kitchen (she was supposed to be in bed). I told her that we were eating dairy and to not touch what we had. She was curious and came over to look at our food. We showed her what we had and told her what it was. I also told her we'd clean up when we were done. So she then looked at me and said, "Make sure you wipe the table really good (she evened used hand motions to demonstrate what she meant)." She then went back upstairs to her room without any flicker of upset or nerves.

She makes us so proud - we must be doing something right. And yes, honey, we did wipe the table really well.