I wish these pictures did justice, but I am doing a post dedicated to Whit. We went to chick-fil-a (surprise, surprise, we LOVE it) and she insisted on holding the ice cream cone all by herself. Danny did not like the mess very much but she was so funny. They would take it away and try to feed it to her, she would start crying so dramaticly. They would give it back and she would laugh so hard. Me and Rob were laughing so much at her, not being very supportive, how can you not?