Our waiter at the Hotel Bellavista in San Bartolomeo al Mare
On our first night in Italy — the kids tired, hungry, cranky at the hotel — Magnolia stuck her tongue out at our hard-working waiter while he was running around at dinner. A not-so-endearing, trademark move on her part. Instead of being shocked and annoyed, however, as I always am, he turned around, smiled a mischievous smile, and responded in kind — he stuck his tongue right back out at her. Then smiled again, winked, and turned on his heel.
She was completely disarmed and realized she’d totally been one-upped. Brilliant.
(P.S. — The scrape on the upper lip was due to a tomber (fall) when we were visiting Kim et Pierre in the South of France. Wouldn’t be a trip if uber-active M. didn’t take a tumble.)