We were once again displaced this evening as hopeful home buyers trudged through our digs. It was round number two for these potential homeowners. Here's hopin they liked what they saw.
Trying to keep yourselves busy for an hour can be a trying task when it is 6 p.m. and you have a hungry/tired toddler in the back seat. The phrase, "perfect storm", comes to mind. We ended up at our local Chipotle where Ella dined on guacamole. We lingered as long as possible. Apparently it was not long enough as a drive home revealed that these meticulous buyers were still evaluating our place. A u-turn and two minutes later found us at the local McDonalds. At fourteen months and thirteen days, Ella had her first Happy Meal. It was the end of innocence. Twenty minutes later we wrestled her into her pajamas. She continued to grip on to those nuggets; one in each hand. Refusing to let go, these defeated parents let her fall asleep this way. Sweet dreams Happy Meal.
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