impressive...but not *that* impressive

Last night, I sat the girls down for the oh-so-original dinner of Pasta, Peas and Parmasean Cheese while I finished slicing up the tomato-and-mozz salad and reheating the deliciousness that is Sweet Pea Chef's Chicken Tetrazinni for John and I. [Note: If you haven't tried this dish, I highly recommend it. John doesn't ever eat leftovers unless it's pizza and later that evening, and he gobbles this up even when it's reheated. However, despite the dish containing staples of the Slacker girls diet (pasta, peas, chicken and cheese) they for some strange reason *refuse* to eat it. Eh...it's just more for me.]

Anyway, I had my back to the table when E started yelling,

"Mama, mama! Look at A!"

Since a command like that is never a good sign, I took a deep breath and turned around to...A taking bite of pasta.

"She's using her fork, mama!" E explained. And then she turned to her sister, and in her best sing-songy voice said, "Aren't you such a big girl eatin' your pasta with a fork?!?!? Such. A. Big. Girl."

Then John walked into the kitchen and E excitedly told him about the fork usage. She then mentioned it again at bedtime when we were talking about what happened during our day. And, to top it off, she told not one...but *THREE* teachers today at school that A ate pasta with a fork.

I mean, c'mon! While it's nice that she wasn't shoving pasta in her mouth handful after handful...it's not like she was using chopsticks to feed herself. Fork usage is not so unheard of in the two-year-old set. But it was so cute to see E doting on -- and bragging about -- her little sister.

Now, if only E would follow her lead and user *her* fork a little more often...