Simran, one-and-a-half. Can't really talk much. Eating ice-cream out of a cup and a spoon one day as she was walking out of the house with her mum towards the garage. Encounters steps, has to hold mum's hand but both hands are busy. Even as Pooj was thinking of taking either the cup or spoon from her hand, she thought quicker. She plonked the spoon in her mouth, the hand in her mother's and gestured, "Let's go".