Maybe It's the Winter Ale?

Last night we made our weekly trek down the hill to have dinner at The Old Bag of Nails. Charlie rode with me in the Bjorn and Gracie rode with Daddy in the stroller. I got wings. Joey got onion rings. Gracie got french fries and then ice cream. Charlie pooped through her clothes and we walked home.

I can’t explain why I love this so much.
It’s just what we do.