Last night the kids and I had to go and shop at the dreaded Hobby Lobby for things for the next Girl Scout meeting. If you know me, you know I do not like anything crafty only because I am horrible at it. Plus, all of the fake flowers always remind me of funerals. Anyway, afterwards we decided to eat a Mexican food restaurant that is located right across the street.
Towards the middle of the meal I am chasing a piece of enchilada around my plate when I look up and see Claire all over Taylor and squeezing him to death saying something about performing the "hylick" like the sign at the Chinese restaurant says to do.
Taylor had gotten a chip stuck in his throat and began to choke on it when my daughter realized what was going on and attempted to save his life. I told Taylor to drink some damn water which he did and the chip went down and all was good.
It is nice to know that my daughter really does love her brother enough to try and save him right?