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Suzie, Sally’s mother, is in town. Being the very nice person that she is, she treated us to a trip to Ted’s Montana Steakhouse. Grace was in the mood for a juicy steak (which she calls “Da, Da”). We requested a booth, with the intent that Sally and I would each sit on one end of the bench and let Grace roam on the bench between us. But Grace wanted to climb on the table and was just otherwise too wiggly (i.e. Grabbing everything she could reach on the table). So we put her in a highchair, which we positioned at the end of the table.

Meanwhile, our bison burgers came. Supposedly they are better for you than beef, but my hunch is that is just a gimmick to get restaurant patrons to pony up an extra couple of bucks per burger. I say closest to Grace and highchair. Sally cut up some food and put in on the table, which the restaurant covered with paper-bag paper. Grace naturally wanted nothing to do with the roll, pork, cucumber, or the fry we put on the paper in front of her.

As we began to eat our food, however, Grace discovered that the pile of french fries on my plate were in reach. As I took my second bite of bison burger, I notice a little hand sneaking a fry off my plate. Grace delicately held the fly at the end between her thumb and pointer finger. Because her only teeth are her front incisors, she would put the other end of the fry in her mouth and use here teeth to gnaw off the end by gently and lightly biting the fry between her teeth like they were a pair of dull scissors. As the meal progressed, Grace decided that my fries were her fries and just started taking them. When offered a drink, she opened up a mouth full of see-food, which consisted of about whole french fries she was yet to swallow.

So ended the caper of the fry thief.