Ice cream dinner

Another peak into the mind of my daughter via her little people.

With the ponies and dragons lined up with a precision that would make my wife and I a little nervous if she weren’t so incredibly social, and the rest of the people sitting in chairs, she spent about fifteen minutes preparing and feeding them ice cream dinners from her little kitchen. 

Most interesting to me is (once again) the position of Super Grover, standing atop a pedestal in front of the throng of plastic people.

Super Grover remains her favorite Sesame Street character, but does this mean that she is conferring some kind of leadership position to him?

Or religious deference?

What level of organizational sophistication is a two-year old capable of?

And why no ice cream for Super Grover?