After everyone had ordered - except Edward and I - we sat and talked. Well more like my mother asked questions and I either answered them or weasled my way out of answering them by deflecting her question onto something else.
After 20 minutes our food finally arrived.
I sat beside my husband and watched our daughter eat. It was so adorable how she held her fork properly while she mixed her potatoes with her corn.
Once it was mixed to her satisfaction she began eating only to pause every few bites to pat her mouth with her napkin which she kept on her lap.
"When did she learn to use such manners?" I mother asked as she watched Renesmee set her fork to the side and take a small sip from her orange juice and then pat her mouth dry.
I smirked. "I didn't teach her the princess gig her aunt
