Hot Air Balloon

13 Aug

We had dinner out last Friday night.  It’s always a harrowing proposition.  Will the kids behave?  Will Benjamin throw all his food on the floor (or at the waitress)?  Will it be even a little bit relaxing or mostly feel like a frenetic shoveling of snacks out of the diaper bag and onto the table for grubby, little hands?  Friday night was mostly a win.  There was minimal food throwing, substantial amount of time spent sucking a lemon slice (Benny the wierdo…), and Lucas ate almost three bites of a chicken finger (because, he tells me, chicken is not his favorite).

After dinner, we stumbled upon a hot air balloon being inflated and taking off — couldn’t have planned that any better.





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