The sunset on my way home today:
A cute E. story from today:
We were at lunch together, and she was VERY excited about chicken fingers & french fries. The waiter guy came over to take our order, and E. prodded me to go first, so I ordered (the veggie plate, in case you were wondering. Healthy, right? Oh, and an extra side of bread & butter. Extra butter. That's right. Yum), and turned to E.
She buried her face under the table.
"E.," I prompted. "What do you want to eat?"
"Can you tell the nice waiter what you want to eat?"
"Okay, ummm, she'll have the kids' chicken fingers and french fries."
E.'s head pops up from under the table. She looks nice waiter guy RIGHT in the eye and says (without missing a beat):
"I scared to order because I SHY."