Then this email from Carrie:
Did I tell you (I think I did) that last night when I was playing with Lolly she said "you be the babysitter and I'll be the grandpa. Now we have to feed baby. [I gave the baby doll a bottle and burped it over my shoulder, hollering out a giant faux-belch, which Lolly seemed to appreciate.] Now baby goes to bed [shoves baby in closet]. Now babysitter reads to grandpa [selects The Gas We Pass for me to read to her]."