We went to Red Robin yesterday, and they had this stool that Quinn enjoyed sitting on. We got there at 4:30 and we still had to wait 15 minutes to be seated. The food was great, though. We all cleaned our plates! Quinn accidentally knocked his broccoli on the floor, so after eating all of his chicken and several of our fries, he was still hungry. He came home and ate a squeezie. This boy can pack it in. This morning for breakfast he ate two pieces of french toast and a pumpkin muffin. An hour later he wanted a snack. When he's a teenager, I may need to go back to work full time just to keep him fed!
