Can you tell?
| Me vs. the lobster. Guess what? I won. |
| Does the LL stand for LOVE LOBSTER? If so, this is my kinda place! |
| Not shown in this picture: A platter of steamers and a bowl of mussels bathing in garlic-wine. OMG. |
| Colossal lobstah roll that almost made me cry. The buttery bread. The sweet meat. Can I live in Maine and commute to work in Baltimore every day? Seriously, I will do that ish! |
Cary kept doing a little happy dance and saying in his little cartoon voice, "Mommy, I missed you!"
Clair said, "I couldn't FINE you!" in an adorably admonishing way.
And Dean peppered me with 10,000 questions the whole way home and asked if he could hold my hand going up the stairs (this, coming from Mr. Independent, is a BIG deal.)
Finally, Cary told me, "Mommy, don't go on any more field trips any more!"
I hadn't realized how much I missed them until I saw their little faces and hugged them close.
So, no more field trips for me for awhile folks -- even for all the lobster rolls in Maine.
