pollo a la brasa

Auntie Berkeley (let's call her Auntie B for short) came for a visit today. I haven't seen her in an oozling while so I couldn't stop staring at her. I look at Mums, then at Auntie B...Mums...Auntie B.

The last time Auntie B visited me, she was my first dinner date. So, to keep tradition going, we went on another dinner date.

Woohoo, car ride! Mums and Pops took Auntie B to a "proven" (peruvian) restaurant - Fresca. I ate my real dinner first. Mmmmmmm, yummy in my tummy green beans. But I had a special treat with my dinner. I got to eat chicken.

Yes, chicken! Pollo a la Brasa was the dish. I didn't taste the other stuff on Mums's plate though.

I didn't eat much chicken. Mums and Pops only gave me a tad to test if I'm allergic. I have to wait weeks before I eat chicken again. Oh, but it was so yummy. I want to eat some more. Well, so far everything I've eaten is yummy.

After our din-din, while walking back to the car, we stopped into a store. Auntie B ended up buying me my Christmas gift. Well, she bought it for Mums too because Mums couldn't stop oooohing and aaaaaahing over it. It's a onesie that says "I'm not a girl." It's perfect because everyone tells me how much I look like a girl with my hair in barrettes or a ponytail. Thank you Auntie B!