Claire: My tummy hurts...Grace: I told you not to eat all those cookies. Now I've gotta go get mom...I'm not Lassie ya know!
Claire: Servant, servant come roll me over. Grace: Yeah, servant, hurry you could be rolling her over instead of taking our picture.
Grace: Quick hide it Mom's coming. Claire: I will just pretend like I am tired of holding myself up.
Claire: I am worn out from tummy time. Grace: I just started tummy time. I am still good.
Grace: Move along, folks, nothin' to see here. Move along. Claire: I never know when to quit with the bottle.