For me having children has been engrossed with snotty noses, diaper changes, and more diaper changes. Samuel is finally emerging into quite the charismatic preschooler with a million questions that no answer can satisfy. He is also at the age where what he is thinking slips right of his mouth with an innocent twang. This evening we decided to do something quite crazy. TAKE the children with us to a fine dining establishment. Bonefish Grille is usually reserved for birthdays, anniversaries, and a babysitter is always prearranged. But after fighting Christmas crowds we lost a couple of marbles and arrived at 4:30 before the dinner rush. As per habit, we always make 2 trips to the bathroom with a 3 year old. At the beginning and end of the meal. I volunteered for the end.
Here is our chain of events:
We enter the ladies room and wait patiently for our turn. Nice lady comes out of stall, we go in stall. Nice unsuspecting lady begins to wash her hands.
Samuel: Is she the cooker mommy?
Me: no, she is a customer. She is eating here just like we did.
Samuel: She doesn't cook?
Me: I don't know Samuel, but this time she came to eat like we did.
Samuel: well is she the dancing lady?
(nice lady is still washing hands right outside the stall)
Me: Cough, catch my breath, shhhhhhh, Samuel. Let's not talk so loud. How old are you Samuel?
Samuel: mommy is she not the dancing lady?
Me: Flush toilet...flush again. Peek outside. Sigh in relief. Nice lady is gone.
WHERE DID MY THREE YEAR OLD SON GET THE IDEA THAT A DANCING LADY IS PART OF THE DINNER ENTERTAINMENT?!?!?!?!?!?
#1 embarrassing moment since having children...it has begun!!!
