I like it when you call me Big Poppa...

We had a lovely dinner with Papa and Florence over the weekend at Gary Woo in Boca. Charlie, Eli and I were VERY excited to have good Chinese food since it absolutely SUCKS in Miami (although, I was disappointed to learn they don't have Moo-Xoo. Apparently, "Gary doesn't do Moo-Xoo - we are the only Chinese restaurant without Moo-Xoo because Gary doesn't like to play by the rules, he has to be different"...um OK Gary Woo and obvious angry waiter about Gary's culinary choices).

Max just loved his "Big Papa", he was intensely staring at him the whole time Papa talked to him and tickled his feet. I meanwhile spent much of the time in the bathroom with Max, as he pooped through two outfits (of course the adorable overalls I'd picked for his big family dinner stayed on for two minutes), and we had to squeeze his little changing pad onto the side of the bathroom sink (sorry fellow ladies room patrons of Gary Woo). Max thought it was hysterical, though, and kept kicking his feet so I'd have to quickly catch his head from hitting the wall...Awesome new game he invented!