My almost-2-year-old won't stop eating my hummus.

The other girls won't go anywhere near that brownish goop, but Evie...every time I try to dip a pita chip or a wheat thin, she's right there at my side, wordlessly holding out her own cracker, waiting for me to dip hers as well, so that she can lick every bit of hummus off of it and say "Mmmmmm."

And every single night at dinner she calls out, in her chipper little voice, "Couscous, please! More couscous!" She does this regardless of whether or not we are actually having couscous for dinner.

Evie gobbles up salmon, while the other girls regard eating any type of fish as pretty much the worst thing I could ever ask them to do.

She's the only one of the kids who likes pears as much as I do, and she'll even eat them with slices of good cheese, like I do (as opposed to the other girls, who refuse any cheese that doesn't come straight from the bright orange cheddar package).

All these things I can handle.

But if she starts going after my coffee, I'm going to have to put her a strict chicken-nuggets-and-ketchup-only diet to try to re-kid-ify her palate. After all, a mom can only be expected to share so much.