Violet was kindof punchy at our lunch out. She flailed around in her highchair, loudly made observations about poop, chewed with her mouth open and ate fish by the handfuls. She was good, just a bit too boisterous for the pretty classy place we chose.
But as we headed out of the restaurant after lunch, Violet pointed to the colors in the clouds and said, "It looks like the sun painted the sky." And she was right. It did.
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