This is where we went for dinner. It's a 50's style drive-in and diner. You phone in your order from your table. We had a great supper there, high in cholestoral and all those things that slow you down and stop you up.

Here's what Emma's kids meal arrived in. Pretty luxe, huh?

The yellow token taped to the hood of her car was for her dessert. You can turn in the dessert token for ice cream. Here she is proudly feeding herself.

My daughter has an innate sense of fairness. Since she had ransacked Noni's purse earlier she felt it only fair to rifle Popi's pocket.