Sometimes, while I am upstairs putting away laundry or something, Vivi wheedles treats out of Daddy (just wait--if you come to our house and hear "crak-ah" she's begging you for a grahm cracker).
The other day I found them in the kitchen sharing a Jello-cup (disgusting. why was this even in our house?). Caught in the act!
For those of you who are not aware, I HATE Jello. A lot. It really grosses me out. Vivi does not share this distaste, apparently.
For her, it was like wiggily orange crack. I don't think Russ really got to "share" the Jello, actually.
Sometimes, it shocks me that our tastes are so dissimilar. GROSS, VIVI.