Olive Garden with Grandma C.
Spaghetti was preceded by breadsticks.
Which didn't reduce the appetite.
There were refills from Mom's plate.
Zoe saw the picture of the fettucine alfredo on the kids menu and was pretty clear that she wanted that. And she stared blankly when asked which of the three sides she wanted. I ordered her broccoli, which she dug into.
Roman didn't have the option of fries, or that would have been his choice. Instead we ordered him grapes, which he proceeded to suck the juice out of. Yes, that's what they are little man. Containers for grape juice. Oy.
We've been on an "eat out" binge. We're on vacation (even when we're home). So what the hey. Last night I had to switch plates with Zoe. She was hanging all over me to eat my cream of broccoli soup, so I just gave it to her. Not going to stop her from eating that over her cheeseburger.
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