Did you miss me? Believe it or not we can actually go a few days without some tragic or comedic event in our lives…and then yesterday happened.
After strolling around the cool mall we stopped at the food court for what else, but Chick Fil A.
After strolling around the cool mall we stopped at the food court for what else, but Chick Fil A.
Side note…there is not an ice rink in this mall, almost unheard of in Texas. It may lower the cool factor some.
We choose a table with enough room around it to park the double stroller/limo and I begin the side show juggling act known as “lunch prep.” First I rip the bag in half making two placemats/grease absorbers. I divvy up the steaming hot nuggets and blow on them until I’m light-headed and feel faint. I stop to take the ketchup packets from Christian and then pass out the fries saving one or two, OK half for me (how else would I get the healthy salad taste out of my mouth.) I chase the juice cup that was knocked to the floor and rolled 3 tables away, and then return to wipe ketchup from Christian’s elbow (missed one packet.) I Purell both kids hands, take back the fries Alexander has snagged from my box and then re-Purell Christian’s hands after he shows me “something” he picked off the underside of the table. OK, all set? Now I sit down to my stupid healthy salad and take a deep breath.
We’ve picked a great table. We can see the topiary animals, the carousel, the kiosks selling colorful crocs and fake hair (gross), all the other moms and kids enjoying their lunch, and…oh, what’s this? Oh, it’s a group of people coming to sit by us…oh, they are special people…oh, as in special ed. Oh…no.
I hold my breath and count…
One, kill me now.
Two, kill me now
Three, kill me now…
Right on cue…
“Why that lady shaking her head?”
Eat your fries Christian.
“Why that girl making that noise?”
Turn around Alexander.
“That stroller have big wheels, Mommy. Big wheels, MOM-MY! LOOK MOMMY BIG WHEELS!” (pointing to a wheelchair)
Yes, Christian. Don’t point.
“Why that boy doing that?” (imitates flapping-jerky motion with arms)
Alexander stop. Here, want my fries?
“Why that man have a bib? He not a little boy. He messy, Mommy?”
OK, let’s go get big MM cookies for lunch instead of boring Chick Fil A. Mommy didn’t want this salad anyway.
Why me?
I hold my breath and count…
One, kill me now.
Two, kill me now
Three, kill me now…
Right on cue…
“Why that lady shaking her head?”
Eat your fries Christian.
“Why that girl making that noise?”
Turn around Alexander.
“That stroller have big wheels, Mommy. Big wheels, MOM-MY! LOOK MOMMY BIG WHEELS!” (pointing to a wheelchair)
Yes, Christian. Don’t point.
“Why that boy doing that?” (imitates flapping-jerky motion with arms)
Alexander stop. Here, want my fries?
“Why that man have a bib? He not a little boy. He messy, Mommy?”
OK, let’s go get big MM cookies for lunch instead of boring Chick Fil A. Mommy didn’t want this salad anyway.
Why me?
1 comment:
ohhhhhhhhh man! who needs playgroup when you have chik fil a? between the cow and the patrons, it clearly provides the boys with ample opportunity for social interaction and development.
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