Let me tell you a little bit about the reason Maia thinks she was put on this Earth.

She thinks she is here because the onions need her.

The onions need her to peel them.  They HATE their papery skin.  Also they apparently love to hang out with potatoes (who knew?)

The onions also need her to move them around the house.  They aren’t happy in their bowl, or in their little mesh bags; they need to be all over the house.

For example, hiding in the couch.

Or on the seat of her high chair.

Sometimes I find onions that completely boggle my mind:

How?  How did it get on Chris’ desk, inside a roll of packing tape?  HOW?  Was she on his lap at his chair, and had an onion in hand?  Why would he leave it there?  Was she happy when she realized it fit in there so perfectly?

And no, I’m not moving my onions somewhere that she can’t reach them.  Every damned thing else in the house is set up to be perfectly catered to the baby. She’s already learned that eating them raw leads to a not-fun experience. In exchange for not having to rearrange my already very tight kitchen, I’ll take finding onions in random places.

The mysteries of my child’s mind astound me.