We let him pick the restaurant and at first he wanted Huddle House. You can imagine how thrilled I was with that, but somehow we convinced him to have Mexican instead and we got to eat at the yummy Guadalajara Grill. When Derrick and I lived in Olive Branch, we used to eat there at least once a week.
During dinner, Carter kept throwing fries on the floor and only wanted to eat his chips and beans. Derrick got nachos that he didn't like, and I accidentally drank milk from Carter's straw instead of water from mine, resulting in me spitting it out all over the table. Thank goodness we were with family and no one cared!

Thomas, Zack, Carter, and Savannah

Kids again

After dinner, back at home - Carter's "scrunch" face
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