I'm queen of the drive thru...because I hate to buy the kids something to drink ($$) and I hate those play things. Mallory always gets stuck in the top and one time on vacation I had to climb into it and fetch her.
Yesterday, she promised me that she was a big girl and that she wouldn't get stuck. She did great and couldn't wait to tell me 'I told you so'.
It was all fun and games until another kid taught her how to jump off one of the platforms inside the play thing and she hurt her wrist.
Then Momma wasn't happy anymore.
And I had to have the 'if your friend wants to jump off a bridge that doesn't mean you have to jump too' talk. I had flash forwards (or sideways) to her teen years...
We've been invited to a party! Two weeks in Denver and we're going to be social already! EDITED: We're not going. :(