Pickles Please!

This evening, Emma wandered around the kitchen grunting the noise that means she's hungry and randomly waving her hand in random directions. I picked her up and asked if she wanted something in the refridgerator, she said yes. But she didn't want her milk cup. And I said she wasn't allowed to have any wine. Finally, I asked if she was pointing at the jar of pickles. She emphatically said yes. I didn't even know she knew what pickles were but she saw Kurt eating a pickle a few minutes earlier and decided that she needed one too. She enjoyed a half of a spear and probably would have eaten the whole spear if we gave it to her!