Last night H was at a sleepover birthday party. C's friend asked him to come over to play for awhile -- which worked out perfect because, one - he was feeling a little sorry for himself, and two - we ended up going out for dinner with S and his family when we picked him up. We went to BelAir, which I had never been to before. (I know I've said this before, but I really need to get out more.) We scored a seat at the bar, and had some amazing tacos and margaritas, while the boys had mango Jarritos. It's always so fun watching those two together. A couple weeks ago, they ended up hanging out for 11 hours, and even then, wanted to have a sleepover (which did not happen). They crack me up.
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