About an hour ago, Timothy asked for yogurt, and I told him he could get it on his own. In the excitement Samantha agreed and followed. They had worked it all out, evidently, because she had climbed up into her chair to eat, and he was getting 2 yogurts and 2 spoons. I was hearing all of this from the living room, and then Timothy ran to me saying, "Mom, I need to put Sam's enzymes in her yogurt! Can you tell me where they are?" I'm crying now thinking about how sweet and loving and protective that is.