We eat dinner at Mom and Dad's house several nights a week. When Mayra first started on solids, she seemed to like the family table. She also likes to cut up in front of an audience.
When Mom says dinner is ready, she runs to the kitchen, screaming like it's Christmas. She doesn't always eat her dinner, that's another story.
Tonight she was already in her seat when I come into the kitchen saying yay, dinner, what did you make me, blah blah blah, say what does Mayra say to me at this point???
"Hold on to your bloomers."
Life is really interesting some days.
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