Fine dining with a two-year old is fun. Trust me. Doubters? I’ll show you.
I prefer to focus on this view.
Alas, even a fine dining experience must come to an end. We went home to read books. Go, Dog, Go and Clifford’s Pals were on the literature list for the evening. Then finally, it was goodnight time for the one who is Two. Maybe she’ll rest up for more adventures – tomorrow.