Some days are more emotionally taxing than others, some are more embarrassing than others and some days are more physically exhausting than others.
Today was the “more embarrassing” of the two as we decided to take Bug out to a birthday dinner. Since Bear’s birthday comes first, usually celebrated by a fun breakfast and party at school, and we have the birthday party for the two boys in between their birthdays, we are a bit partied out by the end of the month. To make sure that Bug’s birthday was still (remembered) celebrated we felt a good tradition would be to take him out to eat at his pick of a place.
I know, you are saying to yourself, “He’s two… how can he possibly care where he eats?” but ohhhh he had a LOT of opinions. He’s two after all and highly verbal. When I asked him where he wanted to go he first said nuggets at Chick-fil-a but then decided on salsa at Acambaro’s. Or, “ahhmmmbowos”.
Since the staff know us at Acambaro’s, they kindly sat us in a corner so our children’s loud excitement and passionate energy wouldn’t disturb most of the patrons. We’ve made a lot of …. impressions over the years.
Overall it was a nice dinner. No food throwing, minimal mess, the screams were happy ones and we had the salsa coming by the bucketfulls.
Ohhh, yes, the “F” word part.
My *ahem* highly verbal just turned 2 year has great table manners. He is adament about using the proper silverware and will ask for a fork over, and over, and over, LOUDLY until he is given one so his hands won’t get dirty. He loud, screeching voice echoing through the restaurant, clear as a bell.
FORK. “Faauque”
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and then, the whispered moment to Bear, informing his “What’s THAT?” was a wheelchair at the table next to us only to have him look, point and yell, “OHHH, WHEELCHAIR!” to which Bug, the ever parrot, squacked on repeat.
Sigh.
Life with boys.
What are your most embarrassing stories with your kids? Either at a restaurant or just out in general. Come on- I know you have some!
