More proof

Like we need more proof that Emma, aka Mini Melissa, is my daughter.

We're having a family dinner tonight with my parents and brother to celebrate my dad's birthday. Emma's super excited because we're eating at a restaurant. Much as I did as a child (who am I kidding, I love it now too), Emma loves loves loves eating at restaurants. And much like my childhood, she rarely gets to.

I spoke to my mom about our dinner plans on the phone today, while she was eating lunch at a local fast food restaurant. Emma spent the entire time I was on the phone pestering me to let her talk to my mom. But the restaurant was loud, and my mom was trying to eat, so I hung up without letting her.

Before Emma had time to whine about not being able to talk on the phone, I said "Granny was at a restaurant for lunch so she couldn't talk for long."

And Emma replies, "Awwww, lucky Granny getting to eat at a restaurant TWO times today!"

I completely agree.