After turning off the lights in Polina’s room at 6:40 pm, she magically ran out at 8 pm.  Ever the inquisitive, she asked what we were up to.  When she learned Peter was making pasta (“I’m in the mood,” he said), she said she wanted to eat too.  So there you have it.  She ate pasta and then joined us on our bed in the living room (because we are remodeling) watching her first national convention.