My First Restaurant Meal

I got to order my first restaurant meal over the weekend. I opted for the $5 Kraft Macaroni n' Cheese. That's right, I said $5. Do you know how many boxes of Kraft Macaroni n' Cheese that could have bought? Oh well, I don't care, I didn't pay for it Mommy and Daddy did.

They served me at the table like a big girl. I got my own bowl and spoon but I prefer my hands. I also prefer to dabble the floor with a little macaroni here, a little there...

I eat like so: I grab a fistful of macaroni, shove it in my mouth, miss my mouth a little, wear a little macaroni. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat. Then, when I decide I'm sick of eating (which doesn't take long and which is why I'm still such a tiny little peanut) I decide to throw my food on the floor. No reason, just 'cause that's what I like to do. It's especially fun to watch Mommy and Daddy crawl around on the floor to pick it all up.

Next time I go out to eat, I want to order an appetizer before my meal. And maybe even a drink. Strawberry milk with a squirt of chocolate perhaps? Perhaps. Depends on my mood. And what kind of day I've had.

Love,

Lilly