She's used to it. Even tiny Tori eats like a horse. That melon piece is gone and she's now stuffing a handful of chicken salad in her face. Charlie takes one look at this and sighs.

"So...game plan. Another bath for her," she says because Tori upended her cheerios and milk on herself this morning. "Dress her in something comfortable, put her in her stroller and head to the market? She'll take a nap for most of the afternoon."