Our favorite Mexican restaraunt boasts a gumball machine conviently located right by the front door...you see it first coming in and it's the last thing you see going out.
Every time we pass this restaraunt Gabe starts the begging, "Ball, ball, ball, ball". And most days, he gets a gumball as we leave.
But not today....today was different. G decided to not eat and save his appetite for the little gumball he knew would follow lunch.
We knew it was only a matter of time before we would be dragging a screaming child back to the car.
He had to watch his sister gracefully put her quarter into the gumball machine, turn the wheel, and collect her prize for eating a good lunch.
This is when G lost it.
Stephen carried him to the car as he kicked and screamed, "BaaaaaaAAAAAALL, BaaaaAAAAALL, BaaaAAAAAAAAAALL!"
This is the part of the story that melts me!!!!! Allie didn't eat her gumball. She looks at me and said, "Momma, when Gabe gets up from his nap, can I give him my gumball....he really wants one".

What a kind heart this little girl has! She gave the gumball to him as soon as he woke up.

Happy kids...and proud parents.