Grace has, true to form, stolen my ice cream cone. She wasn't content to let me spoon feed little bits to her. And then, when I put my hand out and asked to have it for a bite, she looked at me. Then she threw it at me. Seriously--she hurled it from the stroller and it landed on my jeans. Then she screamed for me to give it back.
Clearly, I'm doing something wrong here. I thought I'd met my match when Ava was a toddler. But Grace has a few tricks up her sleeve, I think.