My daughters' father

Libby looks a lot like Chucky, I think. Maybe that's why strangers always call her "him" and "he" if she's not dressed in pink. We went out the the Pilot House for their buffet breakfast and even though Libby ate more than I did, they only charged us for two instead of four. Libby yells if she doesn't have any food, and the man at the table next to ours spoke to us near the end of our meal. "You finally gave him some food, huh?" WHAT? SHE has been shoveling it in since her last yell, which was like 10 minutes ago. He made it seem like she had been screeching for a while, when really it was just a couple of (really loud) yells until we threw some french toast at her. Man, she can eat! Chucky was embarassed by her yelling and embarassed by Emma waving and yelling "hi, mommy" from across the buffet. He is easily embarassed. He better get used to it. We are only 4 years into this parenting thing - I've heard it only gets worse. Happy Father's Day!