Big V and I went to Olive Garden for my birthday.
If I convince you of nothing else in your life, let it be this:
Go right now to the Olive Garden.
Order the Chianti Braised Short Ribs with Mushroom Risotto.
I wandered around the book store.
Big V wandered half a millimeter behind me.
"Do you want this book?"
"What about this one?"
"This one looks good."
He was in a hurry.
Children are like an optical illusion.
See, he's cute here.
But not so cute when I came across the wads of yogurt
he dumped on the living room rug.
His new favorite toy: the plastic wine glass.
He even took it to bed with him at nap time.
I'd say that's his mother's influence.