Need a bib?

While I was making dinner the other night, Leighton was serving Riley at his restaurant.  On her sparkly pink (there is apparently no other color in Riley's world) placemat, she had a cheese sandwich (this was of course make believe because no way would she eat a cheese sandwich in real life … unless it's cream cheese, of course!) and sat at her table (with a princess and Mickey as her dining companions) eating and playing/talking/texting/emailing on her phone.  In a bib.  Because adults with phones wear bibs.  Or is it that babies wear bibs and have phones.  I'm not so sure. You?