Quite the Chef

Monday is have-lunch-with-Mommy day. Annalee and I get in the minivan, drive 15 minutes, and join my wife for (usually) Mexican food. Today, Annalee declined beans, rice, and same in a tortilla, but enjoyed plain tortillas, chips, salsa (!), and the lime from Daddy's iced tea. As is frequently the case, she also enjoyed the scene at the restaurant, taking in the people at the tables around us and reflecting the I-am-somebody ethos that she possesses.

Dinner at home was leftovers, including barbecued chicken that Daddy reheated on the grill. Annalee had bite after bite after bite, and I felt like the greatest chef on earth.