Beatrice, you have this funny habit of saying "Cheers" everytime we have two of something. So if we're both reading a book, you'll say Cheers and we'll tap books. Or drinks. Or muppins (muffins.) The other day I was kneeling down to help you with something and you pulled up your shirt, marched over to me, and thrust your belly into mine, proclaiming "Cheers." Our belly to belly toast made me smile all day long. You are precious.