At the end of the shower, Shawn came over. Bridget wanted to be a "cooker" which meant that she would serve cookies to everyone in sight. I'm not sure if she called that job a cooker because she was serving cookies or because she thought that was part of a chef's job. I think she ate several dozen cookies throughout the afternoon and evening!
We didn't leave until about 8 pm, and Bridget was so sad to leave. In fact, she was in melt-down mode because she was absolutely exhausted. We got stuck in traffic before Weber Road, and by then Bridget was passed out in her car seat.
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