Father's Day Dinner
After church we went out to eat for Father's Day (yeah, I know, a week early). Having gone to the second church service, we were pretty hungry by the time we left. We went to O'Charley's and quickly ordered Ava some brunch to calm her vocal hunger. She had eggs, potatoes, and toast. Her favorite - the toast. She held her half-slice in her right hand nearly the entire time we were there. She would take minuscule nibbling bites of it time after time. Sometimes it would make you wonder if she was really getting anything or just chewing a big mouth full of nothing.
Not wanting to put the toast down, she tried stabbing her potatoes like she would with her fork at home. Doni told her that it doesn't work that way. Ava promptly proved her wrong when she pulled up a piece of potato on the edge of her toast.
Later, Doni put some of her carrots on Ava's plate. Shortly after we noticed that the 4-5 pieces that she was given had disappeared. "She must have liked those," we thought out loud. Doni cut up some more and put it on her plate. Ava reached for them and carefully picked one up, deftly put her hand between her legs, and dropped it to the floor. No wonder she got rid of them so fast.
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