Always working

The other day I was reading a book called Pinkalicious to e, about a little girl who made pink cupcakes with her mother on a rainy day.  One page showed the utensils and ingredients they used in baking; I didn't name these things, just read the text.  All at once e climbed off the couch and went into the kitchen, where I heard her open the one unlocked cabinet and take something out.  She brought me "her" whisk.  Sure enough, there was a black whisk on the page.  Her mind is always making connections.