Every once and a while we will go on a family date. When Tuesday rolled around and our Dada got home early, we went to "wing night" at Native New Yorker. Bristol loves her some chicken wings! Bristol is so cleaver, I turned around from putting our name in with the Hostess, only to see her trying to steal a toy that someone just won!
The chicken wing wasn't cutting it so she started drinking the ranch cup. When said ranch cup was empty she proceeded to throw it at me...
...and promptly had a time out (you can tell it really made and impact)
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I'm jealous. I miss our Tuesday wing nights with all of you!
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