Now it's time to play our game...

One of these things is not like the others, one of this things just doesn't belong. Can you guess which thing just doesn't belong here, before I end my song?




Bonus points if you can guess who put the misfit item there.

In some ways, however, Madeleine is getting a better understanding of where things belong. Today, after helping herself to some graham crackers from the cupboard, she managed to leave little pieces of cracker all over the floor, which inevitably got stepped on and crushed. At one point, I heard her exclaim, "Uh-oh!" as she pointed to a mess of graham cracker crumbs all over the dining room rug. She then picked up a handful of the crumbs, toddled over to the garbage, and dumped the crumbs in the bin. Afterwards, she proceeded to toddle back to the pile of crumbs once again and carry on with their disposal. We even had a conversation (the exact same conversation, in fact) each time she returned for more crumbs.

MADELEINE: Atzat?
ME: Those are crumbs.
MADELEINE: Uh-oh! (scooping up a handful of crumbs and toddling off to throw them in the garbage.)
ME: Good job, Madeleine!
MADELEINE: (toddling back) Atzat?
ME: Crumbs.
MADELEINE: Uh-oh!

And so forth. Smart kid. (If a bit on the obsessively repetitive side.)