Jack came with us and the whole thing started off wrong when Caroline began screaming loudly after she realized she couldn't just walk around on her own. Her daddy strapped her into a highchair and we got her some food and prayed for the best. Unfortunately, she wasn't hungry so things weren't looking good for any of the rest of us. Two bites into dinner, she decided that she didn't want to be in the high chair anymore and tried to start climbing out. We had to hold her in, which led to lots more screaming. I'm sure at this point, Jack was rethinking his decision to come along with us.
All of this led to what you see here, my not-so-great-mommy-moment number 132. I gave her some of my root beer. Here you see her spooning it into her mouth, along with large pieces of ice. What I found was that it made her quiet. And happy. Which made me happy, along with the rest of the people dining nearby. So, I let her have it. And then I gave her more, and more. I snapped these photos so I would at least look like I was a good mom, despite falling into the "Britney Spears" school of parenting tricks.
She had enough of the spoon towards the end, and just started drinking it like shots of liquor. Nice, huh?
Driving (after drinking, even)!
I didn't get any tokens for her, and she seemed to have just as much fun running around. Hmmmm, could it have been sugar overload??
She had fun on the drum machine, even if it wasn't turned on!
She also had a little too much fun shooting this play pistol!Not pictured: One exhausted mommy from chasing her all over, and I do mean ALL OVER this over-crowded place. Note to self: Give the root beer at the END of the trip next time.
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