It's a good thing it was our last dinner at our favorite Indian restaurant in MaryLand.
Because after Little One puked- epically- in her high chair and spilled rice on the floor, and Little Miss chose that moment to learn how to roll- OFF of the booth seat and under the table, where She commenced shrieking like a banshee on fire- I'm pretty sure we are not invited back.
At least everyone was ok, and Little One seemed to make the most of it. She was quite entertained that we stripped Her of the vomit dress and let Her ride home in Her undies. I had a terrible time corralling Her into the bath, as She ran around the house with one arm out in superhero style hollering, "I'm nakey trow-up gurl! I'm nakey trow-up gurl!!!"
I guess not all superhero powers are created equal. But seriously, I think She could scare off plenty of bad guys with that display. Plenty of waiters, too.
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