This is the last picture I took of my daughter while we were in California. It's at Pier 39 in San Francisco, where the California sea lions hang out.
You know what else it is? It's proof. Proof of the mini-donut's existence. Because approximately two seconds later, that donut was gone.
She didn't drop it in the water, oh no. Instead, we experience a small gust of a "wind" and a "what the heck was that?"
A seagull. It was a seagull. One that flew over my shoulder. We didn't know why until we took a look at Annabel's face. She was so close to crying. She was also empty handed.
Yep, the seagull stole her donut and left behind four scratches on her little hand. As one would expect, she bursted into tears. As I checked her over, all she could kept saying was "Scared. Bird."
Poor girl.
