Kiddo and I found ourselves on our own for dinner the other night. I was exhausted and I was not cooking. He happily agreed and off to the local burrito place we went. Now before you say, “HE EATS BURRITOS???” calm down. He eats plain cheese quesadillas which he calls “pizza” because they are melted cheese on a something crust-like cut into triangles. I mean, he’s got a point. It’s particularly fun when we go to order and he yells, “PIZZA” and I then have do Kiddo-to-English translation to the confused server.
While we were tucking in, I noticed a car pull up in front of the joint. The windows were open and the cutest little fluffy dog was peeking out. I pointed it out to Kiddo, who got very excited because it sort-of looked like one of our dogs. He started to get “flappy happy”, as I call it and kept saying, “That dog looks like Maya! That dog looks like Maya!”[Read More…]