Within a period of two hours...

(en route to get Dev so we could have a girl's dinner at Charlie Brown's)
Mommy, "K, do you remember what happened last time we were at Charlie Brown's?"
K, "Yeah, Mom. I know, I know." (She threw up a few times...)
Mommy, "I just want to make sure you're still okay with going! Tracy was so worried about you. Do you think that Tracy will make a good mommy?"
K, "Yeah, someday."
*K, deep in thought*
K, "She should get her own baby."


(while picking up Dev from school)
K, "Hey! There's Luke and Ryan's mom!"
*pause*
K, "Ryan is my booooooooooooyfriend."

(while en route to Charlie Brown's)
K, "Mommy, are you going in the right direction for Charlie Brown's? It's near Sesame Place. It's the restaurant with the handshake on the sign. Are you suuuuure you're going in the right direction?"

(while at Charlie Brown's)
K, "Mom, I don't have any more room for dinner!"
*a few minutes go by*
K, "Mom! I really have to poop!"
(bathroom break)
K, "Ok, I have room for dessert now!"


During most of the dinner, mommy was holding and rocking a teething and tired Dev. K dropped only three pieces of silverware onto the floor and managed to only spill one thing onto her white shirt. Devon was angry at her bottle and threw it on the floor a few times. She also refused to eat the baby food that I brought but had fun dropping her spit-up/wipe-up cloth on the floor and watching mommy get up to retrieve it. I can officially call this evening a victory!

We then left Charlie Brown's with minimal trauma to the waitstaff and surrounding patrons.