Tonight, we were heading to dinner at Mama Fu's -- one of Camryn's favorite places to eat. She loves the chicken fried rice (with broccoli added) and edamame. On the way there, as we were passing other stores, she was calling them out to us. "There's Home Depot...There's Target..."
At dinner, she grabbed her napkin and started wrapping it around her finger. I asked her what she was doing and she said "It's Camryn's Band-Aid." Not remembering any recent injury, I asked her, "Oh...did you hurt your finger?" She looked at me as if to say No, you moron, but instead said "No. I am pretending I hurt my finger." Silly me.
After being instructed on the finer points of the meal, ("Mommy, I need my bib now," "Mommy, don't put my fortune cookie on my rice"), she noticed someone sitting a few tables away. I had seen the lady, too, but couldn't quite place where I knew her. Camryn said "That lady works at starbucks. She gives Camryn her blueberry coffee cake. She makes Mommy's mocha." Silly me.
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