Scene from today:

I made Izzy a sandwich.  Izzy-sized, you know, just one piece of bread.  She ate half of it and then wandered off, so I put the other half back on the plate on the floor next to me.  I looked over a minute later to discover that she had wandered back and was sitting next to me...yup, on the sandwich.  I thought maybe it was just typical baby unobservance, so I shooed her off and moved the plate, but she found it again.  For some reason she just really wanted to sit on her food.  What a crumb-bum.