We're currently engaged in an ongoing battle to teach our child some semblance of gentility, manners, and table etiquette. Most of the time, we fail miserably... but every now and then Evie surprises us and behaves like a little lady.
|Anyone want to join me for a tea party?|
|You go first, Vallie. |
Let me know if it tastes good.
You didn't fall over dead, so we know there's no poison in the cup.
Unless you've spent the last few years building up a tolerance to iocane powder?
|Evie: I challenge you to a battle of wits. |
Gabba Gabba: For the Princess?
Gabba Gabba: To the death?
Gabba Gabba: I accept!