Tucker ate all the grapes today. All of them.
I was getting Tyler dressed to start his day, and Tucker helped himself into the refrigerator, into the Tupperware, and into the grapes.
All of them.
When it was too quiet, I called, "Tuck, what are you doing?"
"What? Me? Oh, I'm just eating strawberries."
No. You're eating grapes. All of them.
(This is perhaps not a big deal. I can't decide if I will make a rule about snacking independently. But big deal or not, it's a new degree of independence that I didn't invite this morning. And I'm all out of grapes.)