The Angel's favorite new word is "dee LISS uss." She draws it out, rolling the word around in her mouth, savoring it. I'm glad she likes my cooking. She wore a new (to us - love hand-me-downs!) dress to church on Sunday. When I helped her pull it on, she reverently gasped, "Oh, it's wunnerful!" The top was velvet; I stroked it and asked, "Now how soft is that?" She thought for a moment and answered, "About twenty."