Humid summer night, almost like rain. After a walk in the park, we sat down at this outside table of Bodrum, one of our favorites in the neighbourhood. The dishes were great as usual, but the dinner was more about trying to keep the little one busy so that everyone else’s dinner wouldn’t be ruined by his terrible scream. Luckily we did OK this time, by allowing him to wet himself with the water in his bowl. And every time Randall was about to declare war on us, the old lady and her friend sitting next to us gave him a smile, and our little munchkin was disarmed by their kindness.
Ran Ran 