The girls and I stopped in at Chick-Fil-A yesterday afternoon in between our Wednesday activities to enjoy a quick, early dinner. The girls begged and begged for ice cream as I placed our order. (Or as Gracie calls it - ice beam.) I promised them that IF they ate ALL their meal, they could trade in their kids meal toy for a yummy ice cream cup. And having that to look forward to... they ate like little champs. So. I stuck to my word and they were able to get their ice cream cups after dinner. I gave them each their toys to trade in so they could "order" it themselves.
While waiting in line, they both perused the menu as if they had never seen it before - as if they weren't quite sure what they were going to order. (And actually, they probably had never looked at the menu before - I always just give them their options.) Anyway, Gracie feasted her eyes on the kids menu, and this is where the fun began...
Gracie: Look, Mommy, at all the dinks! (drinks)
Me: Yes, there are lots of drinks to choose from! (Though I only give you about 2 options... hehe!)
Gracie: They have apple juice box... fruit punch... milk... or... margarita?!
Me: No, Gracie! That's lemonade!
Gracie: Noitsnot! Its margarita.
Lainey: Gracie, its NOT margarita!
Me: Thank you Lainey!
Lainey: If it was margarita, every mommy in the whole wide world would be eating here.
{And here is where they both giggled and giggled at themselves. And I searched around us to see who had heard.}
My girls. They just give me too much material not to share!



And what is the ladybug up to?
She's picking a sweet flower for Mommy! yea!
And the whole family, dressed up and ready to go! (Actually this was the end of the night... the ladybug had had enough of her shoes!) We totally lucked out costume-wise again when Jeff was able to borrow his entire costume. And I braved the madness that was Party America and found a Mrs. pirate costume to match.










