I was sitting here thinking I should probably eat something, but the leftovers in the fridge don't sound good and I'm not up to cooking. Wynter walks in and asked me if I would like some pasta. Then she proceeded to....get this....make it! AND she was happy about it. I'm going to have to watch for any other odd signs that might give a clue as to who this child really is. If she starts to clean, I'll *know* she's an impostor.