Xanadon't

Yuula went roller skating yesterday. I wasn't there but I got first-hand accounts of how we may have a future anti-socialite on our hands. They played the hokey-pokey, she did not. They played the limbo, she declined participation. They had a race, she forfeit. They played "rat catch", she sat out (I don't blame her on that one). Apparently she just wanted to shuffle about the rink in her plastic skates. She must've been taking it very seriously.

Oh there was a time to get down and wild of course, but it was at the restaurant they went for lunch.

They have venue-confusion.

Her First Friendly's

don't mind the creepy dude in the fedora

I kind of remember Friendly's as a cornerstone of my childhood, so as a reward for her (future) good behavior while we went to the grocery we treated Yuula to a giant chocolate milk and a gummi bear/M&M sundae.

In all fairness her last couple meals have consisted of plain elbow pasta, ham & bean soup, brown rice and plain Cheerios, so she was due a little flare.