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Big Night Out

For the last stage of Mallory's First Communion Celebration, we took her to the Melting Pot last night.

She was very excited:



Phoebe, on the other hand, fell asleep in the car on the way there and woke up very grumpy:



Phoebe's meal consisted of one baby carrot and a bowl of croutons:



Mallory and Chris played tic-tac-toe while waiting for our food -- just as they do at the cheapo restaurants we usually frequent:



Mallory tried some cheese fondue, and chewed it all with a big smile on her face. I got a little teary, because I could tell she didn't like it, but she was trying not to show it. She's learned how to tell social lies! My baby's growing up. She did like the bouillon-cooked chicken. But the best part, of course -- and the whole reason she wanted to visit the Melting Pot to begin with -- was the chocolate:





It cheered Phoebe right up too:





It was a fun night.



(The six pounds I have lost obviously have not come off my chins.)

(That is, I HAD lost six pounds until they brought out the chocolate fondue.)

As we were leaving, I mentioned that we might stop by the bookstore on the way home. "We're not buying anything, though," I warned.

"Aw, why not?" Mallory said.

"Because I just spent one hundred and thirty five dollars on dinner, that's why," I answered.

"WOW," Mallory said. She paused, then asked, "Well, how much did DADDY spend? Because maybe HE can buy us something instead."

Comments

Chris said…
Ultimately it all gets spent from the same place, kid. I actually didn't hear her say that. Of course, you didn't mention that you bought both of them something at the bookstore anyway. Pushover.
Karen said…
What fun! I remember when we went to the Melting Pot in OKC with Aimee a couple of years ago.
aimee said…
I know! That was a good time. I honestly can't imagine taking my kids to the Melting Pot. Too much hot liquid and the what it might end up on.

I am glad Mallory had a good time.

And congrats on losing 6 pounds! That is great!

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