Girl Terror and I had a fantastic day. I remember now why I wanted a little girl! We shopped, and shopped, and shopped some more. We ran errands. We puttered. We sang songs in the car, and had a great time. We shared a Caesar salad and nachos for lunch, and amazed the waitress. She had trouble believing it when Girl Terror politely ordered "A Caesar salad, please!" and then proceeded to eat almost the entire thing herself.
Hubby claims that Boy Terror was charming and cute all day, but I'm having trouble believing it. He's back to his ornery, just-turned-two miserable self. I don't know what's wrong with him, but I'm ready to sell him to the gypsies.