The Daddy Man was out of town for work today. He left at 7 a.m. and is just now on his way home (at 9:30 p.m.). So after Biscuit and I ran a couple of errands, I decided that we would go out for dinner.
Seeing as Mexican is a recent addition to Biscuit's food repertoire, we went to a place near our house where he had a quesadilla with black beans. He loves black beans. He will eat them from a bowl with a spoon. But for some reason, he didn't think they should be on his quesadilla. As long as he didn't see the beans, he ate them up and even said, "Mmmm. Good, Mama." But if he laid eyes on a bean, he picked it out.
There was a TV in one corner that was playing a baseball game. There were murals on the wall that included horses. There were several other babies having dinner there. There were a couple of trucks and motorcycles parked right out front. And on top of it all, Biscuit could see the moon.
What more could a boy ask for? In Biscuit's case, nothing! And neither could his Mama. It was a good night.
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