This morning while at a local diner that has been a mainstay since I first got pregnant, J and I looked over at Nora, who was quietly nestled in her carseat, to discover that she was, literally, eating her board book. As in there was a piece of the book in her mouth and she was chewing it, you know, like "Hey, I'm having breakfast, too! It's cool." After retrieving the mangled bit of cardboard from her mouth, we noticed the book was Eric Carle's "The Very Hungry Caterpillar." Fitting.