Okay, I was told I had to blog about this, so I am.
A couple of weeks ago we went out to dinner with our dear friends Becky and Adam. We had three kids between the four of us (B&A have 2, we have 1). So...we decide we're going to be adventurous and go out to eat. We settle on the Chancery since they are relatively kid friendly. We get there and it's a half hour wait. Rather than wait a half hour for a table, we proceed to spend the next hour finding a restaurant that can seat us immediately. We sit in our cars and talk...we come up with the Cheesecake Factory. We get there only to find out it's a 45 minute wait (at 8:30 at night). We talk some more. We end up at BW3's across the street. We have to wait about 15 minutes there. Okay, fine. Whatever. We finally get to our table and proceed to have the worst service ever.
I must interrupt here to remind you all that B&A have 2 kids - a 3 year old and a 3 month old. Odds are in our favor that we will have the good kid. Apparently, the odds were not with us that night. Tori (the 3 year old) quietly sat at the booth playing and coloring and sporatically talking to us (the cutest was - Leslie, you're my Godmother!). Ferris slept the entire evening. That left our...bundle of joy. To say that demons invaded Buster would be an understatement. There was nonstop screaming. So, I give him my orange off my daiquri. He seems to love it. Until I realize he's sucking the daiquri off the orange and not actually eating the orange. He wants to double dip. I argue with him. After 5 minutes of screaming, I cave. He happily dips his orange into the daiquri. At this point, Becky and Adam are cracking up. Jimmy and I are not. Finally our food gets to our table. I had ordered Buster a kids cheeseburger since the Dude loves meat. He hates it that night. He must, without a doubt, or he will surely die, have my hot wings. I try telling him he does not went them. He most assuredly replies he must. I try reasoning with him. It's 9:00 and well past his bedtime -- there is no reason. So...again I cave and give him a hot wing. Becky and Adam and Jimmy are in shock that I would be so mean to my kid. He barely gets it to lips when he shrieks and throws (no embellishing) the wing across the table. I try to give him a sip of milk. He's not taking anything I have to give. At this point, everyone at the table is laughing except for Buster and Ferris (because Ferris is still asleep).
But I'll tell you one thing - he hasn't asked for a single thing off my plate since :)
A couple of weeks ago we went out to dinner with our dear friends Becky and Adam. We had three kids between the four of us (B&A have 2, we have 1). So...we decide we're going to be adventurous and go out to eat. We settle on the Chancery since they are relatively kid friendly. We get there and it's a half hour wait. Rather than wait a half hour for a table, we proceed to spend the next hour finding a restaurant that can seat us immediately. We sit in our cars and talk...we come up with the Cheesecake Factory. We get there only to find out it's a 45 minute wait (at 8:30 at night). We talk some more. We end up at BW3's across the street. We have to wait about 15 minutes there. Okay, fine. Whatever. We finally get to our table and proceed to have the worst service ever.
I must interrupt here to remind you all that B&A have 2 kids - a 3 year old and a 3 month old. Odds are in our favor that we will have the good kid. Apparently, the odds were not with us that night. Tori (the 3 year old) quietly sat at the booth playing and coloring and sporatically talking to us (the cutest was - Leslie, you're my Godmother!). Ferris slept the entire evening. That left our...bundle of joy. To say that demons invaded Buster would be an understatement. There was nonstop screaming. So, I give him my orange off my daiquri. He seems to love it. Until I realize he's sucking the daiquri off the orange and not actually eating the orange. He wants to double dip. I argue with him. After 5 minutes of screaming, I cave. He happily dips his orange into the daiquri. At this point, Becky and Adam are cracking up. Jimmy and I are not. Finally our food gets to our table. I had ordered Buster a kids cheeseburger since the Dude loves meat. He hates it that night. He must, without a doubt, or he will surely die, have my hot wings. I try telling him he does not went them. He most assuredly replies he must. I try reasoning with him. It's 9:00 and well past his bedtime -- there is no reason. So...again I cave and give him a hot wing. Becky and Adam and Jimmy are in shock that I would be so mean to my kid. He barely gets it to lips when he shrieks and throws (no embellishing) the wing across the table. I try to give him a sip of milk. He's not taking anything I have to give. At this point, everyone at the table is laughing except for Buster and Ferris (because Ferris is still asleep).
But I'll tell you one thing - he hasn't asked for a single thing off my plate since :)
3 comments:
LMAO - it was the best night eVar!
I wasn't shocked - a mom's gotta do what a mom's gotta do.
It was funny as hell though!
Bec
My dad gave me a pepperoni off a pizza when I was about a year and a half old, "Just to see what would happen."
I don't remember this, but apparently it was hilarious. Parents have been using spicy foods to make their children do awesome things for years, apparently. ;)
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