Breakfast Every Sunday

Every Sunday we try to make it to the local deli for breakfast. This visit was the first attempt with crayons. It was a FAIL. You ate them instead of colored. Whatever, it happens. Instead you liked to watch Dad color. That lasted a whole 5 minutes and then you were on to charming the waiter.

You were so keen on making new friends that day that you offered him up your "baba" and weren't happy until he kept it. You actually signed "Thank You" to him when he brought you back a kids cup to play with. You were charming, sweet and actually ate breakfast. Mama was proud.