Wednesday, April 11, 2012

Like she owned the place...

This morning I was at a playdate with a friend.  The restaurant we chose had a patio (yay!) and a sandbox (oh Dear God no). 

After our food arrived I left Genevieve in her highchair and went down to retrieve Payne (and wade through stupid effing sand) so he could eat his lunch (while covered in gritty effing sand).

When I returned to our table, Genevieve was calmly holding a basket partially overturned in her lap and snarfing her brother's french fry.

Alrighty then.

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