Who on earth?

Yesterday, during lunch, the Mr reminded me that we once had julbord at the restaurant we were at. And I remembered. And, then I remembered that the kids were with us.

Seriously, who in their right mind would let us have kids. Who allowed us into a restaurant at all? For sure, teens or 10 year olds could work, but small kids. Who were we back then? And how did we know how to care for them. I don’t know what or how to do with babies today…

It all seemed to have happened in a parallell universe (or I just awesome to live in the moment).


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