Aw-wibs! LB walks into the kitchen saying ‘I need a nak!’ Walks over to the fridge, opens the door, and gets out the olive jar. ‘I want an aw-wib.’ Nothing new with that. Either I get her an olive or she takes one (trying not to get olive oil all over the place) and off she goes. Next thing I know she’s back wanting ‘anoda aw-wib’. If I’m lucky she’ll spit out the pit on the kitchen counter. If I’m not so lucky it goes on the floor. Many times however it gets spit out on the carpet somewhere. At various points throughout the day I may discover olive pits somewhere in the living room (or like today found one while vacuuming in a corner somewhere). Get her another one with a clean spoon and off she goes again.