If God told me my whole purpose in life was to watch that kid eat an apple, I'd be totally fine with that.
Seriously, you should see her lie on the floor eating an apple slice. With her crazy teeth. And loud, satisfied munching. She just stares at you very calmly, totally comfortable with herself, and occasionally lifts her eyebrows in fake surprise for no reason.
My wife pointed out that that probably was my purpose in life, so I guess it works out pretty well for me.