Dear Lola, 

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Lola out for lunch at the  Bondi pop up restaurant.

When ordering
Papa : "Lola what do you feel like for lunch?"
Lola: "I'll order off the menu thanks, I'm sure there's something delicious on there." (looks at menu with a serious gaze)

When lunch arrives
Waitress: "Enjoy guys."
Lola: "Oh we will. May I eat with my hands?"

When we are finished
Lola: "I'll take my plate to the lady"
Papa: "Lola, you don't have to, they will come and get it for us."
Lola: "No papa, it's the very leastest I can do."

You leave us in stitches peachface 

Your mama