Aw, Mae. You're my favorite. (Don't tell your sisters.)
She learned how to walk at 10 months, because she had things to do. Now, she RUNS wherever she goes. And then runs back to tell you about the butterfly she saw. And then runs to go find it. And then runs back to tell you it flew away. And then more running.
She is odd. Just. So. Odd. I have many videos in a series which I like to call "Dinner with George". After her sisters have long since left the table and she's still [loudly] munching on her entree, she'll share little tidbits from her day with me. But mostly it's just footage of her overacting the process of getting food into her mouth.