We took Monkey to Applebee's a while back. They had some beautiful light coming in the window that afternoon, so I pulled out my camera. Fortunately, Monkey's pretty used to me.
We got him one of those "shooters" they have. A little ice cream; a whole lot of whipped cream. He was a happy guy. Plus, it came with a spoon. Doesn't that face just say, "What is this thing, and what am I to do with it?"
He got it figured out. I guess it's not really that different from the ones at home.
(I'm trying out the "visions of sugarplums" action from It's Times Like These on these pictures. I like it.)
