We enjoyed a steak dinner at the nearby
Longhorn on Saturday to celebrate the completion of our move including returning the keys to our rental house.
During dinner, Z decided to place a call using her super secret – the secret's out – grilled cheese sandwich phone. She kept saying, "Hah-lo", over and over.
And then as we were getting ready to leave, she tried to swipe the ketchup bottle by tucking it under her arm and waving "bah-bah" to me.
In the above picture, you might glimpse a cascade of chiffon behind Z's chair. A couple of prom-dressed girls were seated at the table next to us and that started a long dialogue on dresses, dances and when was the age for attending these dances.
BB: How come I've never been to a dance before?
Me: Because you're only three.
That set them laughing so hard, Drew could hear us all the way across the parking lot.
