How the Apple Falls

Tonight Hubs and I took Princess out for a special evening (read: all about her) while her brothers went for a sleepover (pray for Mr. and Mrs. Nurse Boy).

After dinner at the Rainforest Cafe we trolled the mall for a bit. She wanted to go over to Libby Lu for "wish sprinkles."

Libby Lu is having an "everything must go!" "Blowout sale!" (Apparently they will be closing, though nothing actually said "store closing.")

Princess and I walked around for a bit while the sprinkle lady pierced a baby's ears. We checked prices, looked, checked prices, looked, checked prices when princess finally pipes up and says:

"For a Blowout Sale, they sure do cost a lot."

Dry. Totally dry. Just like her mama. Cracked. Me. Up.

We went over to Disney store.

Then rode the double decker carousel.

Then got a soft pretzel.

Then came home and watched "Cars."

Again.

While she ate two ice cream cones.

She is so much fun when she isn't competing for attention. She ate calamari because her daddy and I wanted to. She ate Brave New World Pizza (it don't taste much like pizza, folks) because her daddy and I wanted to. She was amazed by the gigantic soft pretzel. She's a trier, that one. And she knows a pitiful deal when she sees one.

That apple doesn't fall too far from the tree.