G. loves P. I mean really loves P.
Tonight I was in the kitchen and P. was on the couch in the other room. I heard some noises and realized G. was in their too. I said to my niece, "Go check on P." I heard some commotion then and my niece came back to say that G. had been feeding (11-day-old) P. peanuts.
G. strongly insisted that P. was "eating them."
After that someone else went to check on P. and fished a peanut out of her mouth.
You gotta watch 'em like a hawk - and trust that mother's intuition.