It's 5 o'clock somewhere....

Should I be concerned at how comfortable my little one seems to be sitting at the bar??? Don't worry, I didn't drag her to the bar with me...I mean, she is only 8, I wouldn't do that until she is at least 10....God, what kind of mother do you think I am???

Seriously...we were at On the Border waiting for our table to be ready and Kari just happened to find a spot at the bar and talked the bartender into a glass of water and some chips and hot sauce. A chip off the ol' block...

Until next time...