This Morning Aunt Christine took Oliver and the Dads’ out to breakfast to the Peninsula Hotel in Beverly Hills. We had a lovely; some might even say sophisticated, breakfast. Oliver and Aunt Christine both ordered the scrambled eggs. Aunt Christine brought a couple of presents for Oliver and in return she got to experience Oliver’s high-pitched Mariah Carey scream in person. Maybe the gifts and the hotel reminded him of his baby shower.

The Dads had Eggs Benedict. Yum. Don’t think however, that I overlooked the fact that the hotel has Oatmeal Crème Brulee on their menu. Seriously, it’s like this stuff came outta nowhere when I wasn’t looking. Who in Beverly Hills would order that? I suppose they might order a bowl of it right before going into their liposuction; but certainly not afterwards when they are recuperating from their surgery. I am not quite sure why I am so fixated on OCB, but for some reason I find the combination fascinating.

After breakfast we walked through the Beverly Hills Art Show. This time we didn’t buy any art but we did have a lovely stroll and conversation with Aunt C. We walked and talked and walked and talked.

We owe Aunt Christine a big thank you for the breakfast and the gifts. You spoil us rotten Aunt C!