Oh, waitress!

Babykins likes to talk.  She also likes to boss people around.  Which means restaurants are practically like playgrounds for her.

Our first morning in our new place we decided to head to a local diner for some breakfast.  As we read through the menu, we asked Babykins if she'd like pancakes for breakfast.  Her little face lit up and she started talking excitedly about pancakes.

When the waitress arrived at our booth, before she could even ask what we wanted, Babykins turned to her  and cried out, "Pancakes!"  The waitress laughed and wrote down her order.  Babykins saw this, realized she had just done something exciting, turned back to the waitress, and exclaimed, "Milk!"  The waitress wrote this down as well, asked Hubbykins and I what we wanted, and left to put in our order.

The ordering fun over, Babykins climbed down from her highchair and proceeded to make the rounds of the diner, saying, "Hi" to the other diners and making friends.

Just as she was getting ready to head back to our table, she looked up and found herself face to knee with the waitress.  Babykins seized the moment.  She drew a deep breath, pointed her little finger, and with an excited, "Pancakes, milk!  Pancakes, milk!" reminded the waitress of her order.

Needless to say, when the waitress arrived at our table a few minutes later, there was a plate of warm pancakes and a cup of cold milk especially for Babykins.  She had given an order and it had been followed to the letter.  Babykins was quite pleased.