We took Wesley to Friendly's and he was rather insistent on having "soda." Instead of letting him have my Diet Coke, we let him enjoy a Shirley Temple. He LOVED it! And then dropped it on the floor. The waitress was kind enough to make him a new one. He treated the second one with a little more care.
Sunday, November 8, 2009
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