Garrett and I had to take my shoes in to be fixed, and since we were right downtown, why not head to the pier and have some lunch? Besides, after Garrett had stepped on my shoe and the strap ripped, on my very favorite pair, Mommy needed a little pick me up. I love the pier. It doesn't hurt that you can get a vanilla malt at the end of your walk out either.
Once in awhile, Garrett forgets which way to make a muscle. He is the goofiest kid sometimes.