I Want To Go Home!

Just a quick note before I head out the door.

This weekend we went upstate for Mother's Day and stayed at an all-inclusive resort. The front desk gave us bracelets to wear in order to be served in the dining room. When we were heading out to dinner, I grabbed the bracelets and told everyone they had to put them on. Angelina asks "What are the bracelets for?" I replied "For dinner". She stares as me and screams "What?!? Bracelets for dinner? Yuck! I want to go home!" and immediately starts crying.

I laughed, we ate...chicken.

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