At mealtimes, we often have a live demonstration of the song, "There Were Ten in the Bed." Only in this case, it's not the Little One who says, "Move over" - it's George. The one who falls out has to circle around and go to George's food.
This morning, George moved over to Bridget's dish, Bridget moved over to Rose's dish, and Rose was heading over to Chloe's. But I thought it would be better for Chloe to stay with her pony-sized portion and for Rose to take over George's. So I stood in front of Rose and said, "Hey, Rose, shall we go over to George's food?"
I looked at Rose, she looked at me, and I said, "Come on!" I started running, and she started running, and we ran over to where George's breakfast sat vacant.
Rose and I don't have as much of a connection as I feel with the others, and so it was good to feel that spark between us.