Next Stop L.A. And LOLs

    ...Continued from yesterday:
      After my 50th high school reunion Tom and I returned to our hotel, but not without first stopping by Andy's (see post from 12/05/2018), to snag ourselves a couple of the restaurant's yummy-looking desserts.

    I chose a wedge - and ginormous it was - of caramel-topped cheese cake, while Tom had an equally behemoth slice of apple pie, both of which desserts  would have been wonderful enough in their own right. However when the server approached our table with a can of whipped cream and began spraying,

...the results were truly sublime.

      The following afternoon, Monday, November 19, we boarded a plane from Philadelphia to Los Angeles for a visit with my daughter, son-in-law, grand daughters, and my effervescent, talented little grand dog Pinky-Poo. (See post from 9/6/2018, "Somebody Get That Dog An Agent!").

    By the time we arrived in L.A. it was almost 8 pm West Coast time - almost 11 pm East Coast time - which made it almost past the children's bed time, but they were allowed to come along to pick us up at the airport. 
     When we arrived at their home, 

...there was a surprise waiting for us.

    Tom and I had, of course, also come laden with surprises, and the girls were allowed to stay up long enough to open the LOL dolls (see post from 4/26/2018) we'd brought for them, despite the ensuing mess that always accompanies the opening of an LOL doll.

    I was hoping that the girls still loved LOLs as much as they did the past few times we'd been out to see them, at which times their LOL dolls were their favorite playthings, and for which they'd build elaborate environments from found items.
      I hoped they still loved the dolls not so much because these were the gifts I'd brought them, as because I hoped that they hadn't yet outgrown their magical world of childhood imagination.
        To my joy, they hadn't yet.