Bahamas

All three of us were just sitting around the table eating cereal for breakfast. I was thinking about how big Evie is, able to use a spoon to feed herself. No spilling of milk, no crying because she can't get the cereal on the spoon.

And then Evie said "Let's go the the Bahamas. I'll take my bikini and my noodle for the water."

Where does she learn these things? She's two years old...

For the record, I voted to take the trip. Apparently, Chris is the realist in our house and won't take us to the tropics.