There is a great, kid-friendly restaurant in the neighborhood called Mici. We love going there because M can watch all of the other kids, and we can have a nice dinner without having to worry that our loud child is ruining someone else's meal--everyone is there with their loud, messy children, and no one bats an eye at your child's antics.
We headed to Mici tonight after Rome got home from work, and on this visit the waitstaff had a surprise for M, her own pizza makings. We have seen other kids with the dough, shaping their pizza pies, but M is so small that we never thought to ask for it for her. Well, we should have because she loved it (though here she makes it seem like serious business, not play).
And what's not to love about pizza dough? It is a great play-thing, second only to the pizza pan, since that doubles as a noise maker when it hits the floor.
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