All Done

I love when Gracie decides she is either full or done with what she is eating.  She will proclaim, "All Done!" and proceed to spit out the entire contents of her mouth, wherever she is. 

Yesterday, before I could realize what was about to happen, I was covered in chewed up string cheese.  The now mushy, half-baked cheese was all over my shoulder and chest.  She looked at me with a big, fat, smile and said,  "All done!"

Thanks, Gracie.