Eating out

Why? Why is it that every time we go out to eat, a peaceful non-drama filled meal can't be had? It always starts with that mischievous glance, the troublesome glare. Then the physical altercation...a pinch, a shove, a kick.

Then they make up and bust out into song and dance....while.....we.....eat.

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Kayla had her first art exhibition today. She's been in art class for almost a year now, and was asked to select one of her favorite pieces for display, more on that later. She also got to paint her own little square on the classroom floor which I though was neat.

She gets into the zone when she's doing art.

The instructor did a little interview on camera with her, and it was so funny hearing her explain her project.

When she first brought it home, I thought it was an airplane, but there was also another small piece that went with it. Can you guess what it is?

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I would have never guessed.....The little separate piece was a fish, yes a fish....that the whale was trying to eat.