Rules of the Game

Mom: What did you do at Lala's house today?
Charlie: I played with her restaurant!
Dad: Lala has a restaurant?
Mom: It's a little plastic restauarant. It's a bone of contention between the two of them.
Dad: What food do they serve in the restaurant?
Charlie: (slightly condescendingly) No food, Daddy, it's not a real restaurant. It's just pretend.
Dad: Yes, but a pretend restaurant serves pretend food. What kind of pretend food do they serve?
Charlie: Pizza!
Daddy: Is it good pizza?
Charlie: Oh yes, Daddy. It's delicious.


Speaking of delicious, we had the most lovely little picnic brunch on the beach this morning. We went to Hirtles, where we built a marina, played with bivalves, and watched a girl surf with her grandparents. We're taking the bodyboard with us next time.