Today, while Kinneret was sitting in her high chair, eating a salmon cutlet (fishie schnitzel!), she gave Poofy a piece.
"Kinneret," I cried "we don't feed Poofy!"
She mumbled something back at me which for all the world sounded like "well, I do" with appropriate intonation.
I swear she can talk, she's just holding out on me.