Last night, we went to Casa Mexicana for dinner with Spif and Granddaddy. After Helen Grace knocked out the majority of her quesadilla for the first time ever (I’m convinced she’s going through a growth spurt), the waitress asked if she could bring her some cherries. I thought that was the most random request but said that’d be fine. She soon brought a plate full of cherries and whipped cream. HG didn’t dive right into the cherries like I thought she would, but she had a great time pushing the whipped cream around the plate and feeding it to her daddy. Hilarious!
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