I hate being so far from home at dinner time. It forces us to make bad decisions. This bad decision was in Chinese. Yuula didn't seem to mind.
During dinner her shoe fell off, so I grabbed it from underneath the table and tossed it over the table back to her side of the booth. She scolded me by saying "Don't throw my shoe over the food, You bellybutton!" I think it may the first time the word 'bellybutton' has ever been to used to try and chastise someone.
Then a quick fruit and milk stop at the GIANT. She pushed the cart the whole time and only crashed into 4 displays, three old ladies and one stack of organic pears. I call it a victory.
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