Out of the mouths of babes...

The other night we met Damian's dad for dinner at the Pizza Hut in Ottawa. I had fed Noah and laid him back in his seat when a drink was spilled on the table. Noah clearly was NOT happy that he was being left out of the cleanup (or that Mommy had put him down) and began crying. A minute later, the little girl at the table next to us, who couldn't have been more than 2-3 tapped me on the shoulder and said, "Umm... your baby is crying!" Thanks, little lady... I hadn't noticed! ;)