I Spy: Another Hannahism

After an evening of eating out– a much-needed and appreciated respite from food preparation, heated stovetops, and piles of dirty dinner plates– TGIM, with a groan, pushed away his plate, still littered with the scattered remains of his dinner, including a few French fries.

“Everybody get enough?” he asked.

The kiddos, who were finished eating and busily completing the childrens’ menu games they hadn’t gotten to before the food was delivered to our table, looked up at their daddy.

“I’m full,” TD answered, pushing away his own plate.

“Me, too,” Alli agreed.

“I couldn’t eat another bite,” I replied, looking down at my plate. I grabbed one last piece of avocado and popped it into my mouth. “Okay, now I couldn’t eat another bite.”

TGIM raised an eyebrow at me.

(What? I like avocado.)

“I’m full, t– oooh!” Hannah suddenly cooed with a happy little clap. “I spy with my little eyestoobigformystomach, a plate of yummy-looking French fries!”

We were still giggling when the waiter came by to deliver our bill.