We ended up going to CiCi's Pizza for dinner. The girls were practially begging to go there, and they actually agreed for once. Dinner is usually a strategic negotiation. Between the three of us, we consumed a lot of pizza, salad, and desert pizza -- I think Darby ate more than me -- and there were 13 dirty plates left on our table by the time we were finished. But I didn't have to worry about ice cream, as the girls were plenty full when we left.
I dropped the girls off at Sunday mass a short while ago. As expected, everyone was dragging butt this morning, so we barely made it on time.
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