This last Thursday, we had dinner with the Hatchling's BFF Fiona and her lovely mama. We gorged ourselves on pasta from Fat Lorenzo's, and by the end of the meal the girls' shirts were so completely besmirched with alfredo sauce, there was nothing for it but to remove them entirely. And all I have to say about that is this:
If there's anything cuter than two pot-bellied little girls running topless around my living room and tickling one another, someone should alert Homeland Security, BECAUSE IT WOULD BE LETHAL.
