So, just like that, the LoML decided to take baby and mommy out for breakfast (okay, it wasn't just like that, it involved mommy getting up early to bathe and dress earlier than usual)- armed with little R's maid- we set off.
Indigo Deli is right around the corner and soon we were sipping fresh orange juice- that is, till little R decided she wanted some 'juice' herself.
Casually pretending she didn't know how to suck from a straw she took a big gulp from the glass, and spat out the whole mouthful. Maybe it was too much for her, or she didn't like the tanginess but her new white Laura frock had a nice orange stain despite rubbing it off with wipes.
Eggs- she wasn't too interested in- she'd had her own scrambled one at home. But jam- yes- being a true carrier of my genes, yes- completely loved the strawberry jam.
And, for some strange reason, keeps referring to all mealtimes as 'dinnah'.
Little Ms Propah, aren't we?
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