A two-ring circus

Will and Ellie have a pretty good reputation dining out. But we admit to being a little rusty (especially since Grandma and Grandpa haven't been in town for two months), and I daresay it showed this evening. We were excited to see Ellie's Godparents, who were in the area house looking (when Will asked, we decided house hunting was too strong a term), and visited Stillwater for dinner. Ellie was a love, playing peekaboo with Aunt Dini... before melting down as the evening wore on.

Then, there's Will. He used all the butter on his one piece of bread. He poured pepper (to say he "shook" pepper wouldn't do it justice) on everything. He told us all to rock on (ahem, Daddy).
But what made our night was Will's reaction to falling down after climbing on the bottom rung of Ellie's high chair. He just lost his footing, fell on his bum, then quickly stood up.

"I'm okay," he said. "Except my butt. I need a kiss."

Lucky Daddy, sitting closest to Will, looked at us in mock horror, then looked at Will... who had dropped his pants.

While I buried my face in Ellie, laughing so hard I cried, Andy explained to Will that we keep our pants on in restaurants, and delivered a healing smooch via a pat on the behind.

I think we'll be eating at home tomorrow night.