Don't Worry Mom, Dat Girl Will Cwean it Up

Am I raising snobs? Ungrateful children? Hmmmm.....we were out to dinner tonight at our favorite spot (the Red Tomato...or Casa Mia) and Victoria dropped some food. She looks at me and says, "Don't worry mom. Dat girl will cwean it up." It was actually pretty funny, I don't know why, though. Probably because a) Victoria's pronunciation of words is HILARIOUS sometimes and b) she is so observant that she realizes that the restaurant staff comes in after the diners and cleans everything up. Regardless, we try to be very tidy and polite.

This came after Victoria threw a humongous fit about going to the baseball game. We showed up at the game and the parking attendant tells us that there are only standing tickets available, so we decided not to go. Oh my. Victoria was pissed. She was looking forward to treats!!! I told her that we would take Olivia to Casa Mia and that she'd have to eat PB&J at home if she didn't knock it off. The screaming continued. She finally calmed down after mom stopped the car and reasoned with her. She was pretty shocked that she was in trouble from the Nana.

Throughout all of the drama, Olivia was an angel. She deserves a brownie badge for catering to her sister's whims because, in the end, it turns out good for both of them.

I think we can all agree that my girls are a yittle spoiled. I should do something about that. Maybe next fall would be a good time to work on it. :-)