Waiting for our hosts to answer the door, the excitement is overwhelming!!...
We were the youngest people there by about 30 years or more, but there was table of food, punch and a house decorated to the nines in Mickey Mouse Christmas so Elijah was thrilled. He headed straight for the food...
At one point some one came up and asked what their names were. I pointed to this one and said, "That is Mr Perfect"...
"...and that one is Little Miss Attitude" She was in rare form.
"...and that one is Little Miss Attitude" She was in rare form.
The problem was Red Punch and no sippy cup. One taste of the punch and she wanted nothing else. The problem was that I didn't have a sippy cup and she wanted to hold it herself. She can drink from a cup just fine, but with the punch if anyone even came close to her (and her brother sitting right next to her counts) she would jerk around and spill the punch. We were at a very nice house and she was sitting on a cream colored upholstered bar stool. No way. So when we took away the punch there was a melt down.
Where did Elijah go? Oh yeah, Mr Perfect is sitting quietly in the corner admiring the Mickey Mouse tree...
Where did Elijah go? Oh yeah, Mr Perfect is sitting quietly in the corner admiring the Mickey Mouse tree...
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