Reminds me of something....

Every night I see a gradual metamorphosis in my divine Miss "M". I serve dinner. She eats. She smiles and eats. She plays and eats. She waves her hands about and eats. She runs her hands through her hair and eats. And so on and so on. And by the time the meal is over, she is someone else. Tired. *Full* Grumpy. And ready to get down and go to bed. But who does she remind me of?

Oh. Now I remember.