Josh had a late night tonight so the girls and I grabbed a quick dinner out before heading home for baths and bedtime. I had hurt my back on Saturday, so slaving over a hot stove didn't appeal.
I should have opted for the hot stove. They may look angelic, but this may be the last time we eat out for a while.
I think they're plotting here. "Okay, you find a way to open the unopenable sippy cup and dump a full six ounces of milk everywhere... Then, I will "accidentally" hit my open cup of water and spill it all over the bench seat, all the while egging on your velociraptor shrieks and squeals."
Yeah... It'll be a while before we eat in polite company again.
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