First, a serious moment to honor the memory of Scotty, who was beamed up today. Ay, Cap'n...I don't know if she'll hold together without you.
I'm constantly amazed by how much about the human body I'm learning about as consequence of having a miniature version of one around. You can actually feel things like gastro-intestinal system at work in this little creature, which is cool in a science-fair sort of way. Not that I would ever prop Chloe up in front of some tag-board and ask people to feel her stomach. mind you, especially next to one of those baking soda volcanoes.
I mention this only because we discovered that the cup of coffee Claudia's drinking turns into something much more evil when it gets to Chloe. Apparently we were the only people who didn't know that caffeine causes gas, cramping, bloating, and a generally fussy kid. Instead, we just figured we was still hungry and kept feeding her until she spilled over like....well, like a baking soda volcano! This didn't work, obviously, as she was had a huge weather balloon chasing Number Six through her intestines.
Fortunately, this only applies to the mother, as Dad plans to keep contributing about 6% of Starbucks global revenue, and has actively campaigned to have them open an outlet in Queens.