I was amused as I ate my lunch of goat cheese and fig spread on crackers to hear Isabella singing Greensleeves to herself. She knew almost all the words to the first verse. Not your usual toddler fare. She also was poaching my goat cheese. Delighted when, trying to contain the crumbly mess, I rolled some into a ball. “I want a cheese ball!” Quickly corrected to, “Please, mama, can you give me a cheese ball.” Good thing she doesn’t realize how good fig spread is!