We coordinated with the Andersons to watch the Dodgers on dollar dodger dogs night. Because why wrangle just five kids when you could have nine in a row, with hot dog buying parents in the middle of the chaos?
Annie didn’t care about the action on the field, but she clapped along at the good plays, bopped to the music, and shouted, “Wet’s go, Dodgers!” with lots of excitement. I also forgot to bring along formula, so she actually ate several pieces of Billy’s leftover bun–the most solid food she has consumed in ages.