Pea-shooting flamingos

Yesterday, I came home from my trip to Richmond to find a post from my little sister- one of them, anyway.


"Mom had her witch-hack on while Amelie literally shot peas accross the restaurant. Seriously. I sat in shame, watching Ethan and Chloe put pieces of blueberry muffin in their mac 'n cheese, Amelie shoot peas one after the other, and dad eat two bowls of Tapioca pudding. I swear, he ate the pudding and automatically started rambling about eating it as a child on Sundays. And they chose the center of Sweet Tomatoes. I couldn't help but nervously glance around to make sure I didn't know anybody there."


What to take from this? Things have gotten PRETTY crazy since I came to college. Then again, Dad, you always did talk about your childhood a lot.