(No Margarets were injured in the production of this blog post).
Last night, because Leo has been working very, very hard and I am a nice, kind, self-sacrificing wife who appreciates that he has a love affair with vile-tasting, cilantro-filled soup, we went out to Vietnamese food.
It was a bit late when we got there, what with errands taking longer than they meant to, and Margaret refusing to have a nap until 2, which threw my whole scheme for the afternoon completely out of whack. Margaret, who in general behaves superlatively well in restaurants, was reaching the end of her rope. So we let her play with the chopsticks.
They appeared to be more than she bargained for, but she got them under control, and started the thrilling game of passing them to Leo and then demanding them back.
Whatever makes her happy, I guess.
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