Had dinner at a local casual restaurant last night. Casual as in they supply crayons and a kid’s menu with word puzzles. It could have been fast food and I would’ve been thrilled. Let’s hear an Amen for no cooking, no dishes to wash. The trade off is a public outing with the kids and since we were basicly housebound all day – except for the ten minutes they ran in the pouring rain – the kids were indoors lazy all day.Lots of pent up energy waiting to come out.
Great time to go to a sit down restaurant with no Play Place, right?
So all the energy started coming out in the car. The four and seven year old leading the charge. It came out in the restaurant over boneless chicken nibblets that we’re not spicy enough (boo). And it continued to cause me mild embarassment throughout their chicken fingers and ice cream dessert.
I had the Cowboy Burger, thanks for asking. Why does the bottom of the bun always fall apart? Had to finish it with knife and fork. How un-cowboyish. My British grandfather used to eat pizza with utentils. Odd, those proper British.
We sat in the bar area. I always feel a bit strange sitting four feet from all the bottles of alcohol and the folks drinking it, since we don’t drink (booze: no, various forms of caffeine drinks: yes). New flat screen TVs in the bar area too. Lots of ESPN. Monster trucks on one screen. Bike race on the set behind me. Baseball highlights on the TV over the bar. Some guy pitched a perfect game. Doc and I discussed what entails a “perfect game.” I said no hits, no man on base, foul balls are okay. Hubs said all strike outs. Uh, no. Love you, babe. Love your muscles, but it’s just wrong that I know more baseball than you do (thanks, Dad! thanks, big bro John!)
We survived dinner next to the bar without spilled drinks, no loud cries of “He punched me!” We are improving. Only had to tell the preschooler not to jump on the seat half dozen times.
Then in the car on the way home the fru-fru started. Or is it spelled froo-froo? I started with the first fru-fru comment. A huge house with a brick half wall, shrubbery, and decorations at the end of the driveway. Too much fuss. Too much fru-fru. Well, the Doc and the kids thought it hilarous. The rest of the drive home everything was fru-fru.
The fru-fru trees. Fru-fru church. Fru-fru deer. Fru-fru pond. And so it went.
I’m thinking it was the fru-fru sugar and fru-fru restaurant that sent us into the fru-fru laughter. But what do I know? I’m not even sure how to spell fru-fru.
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Great post – sometimes it is worth the risk to take them out in public, just to eat out!
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Only enough British in me to have a (maiden) name to match, but shoot, I eat just about anything I can with a fork — pizza, absolutely. Donuts, fries, burritos… Funny stuff, taking kids out. Mine are old enough now to feel relatively safe (they embarrass more easily than we do now) but I do remember the days…
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There will be a day where we won’t have to worry about who is going to do what at a restaurant….but the bill will be much smaller then, won’t it. Definitely worth it to avoid the cleanup….my least favorite part of the day!
Jackie, you are so right! Small bill = no kids. Then I’ll come back to these memories and wish them young again.
I love it!! Its so funny when the kids get tickled over something so silly.
.-= Big Blue House Momma´s last blog ..At the Magic Show. =-.
Sounds like a meal out with us! Except we TOTALLY would have had spilt drinks at the bar:) But sometimes getting out is sooo needed for everyone:)
And I TOO love silly family jokes:) My husband and his brother still have jokes that bring them to tears in minutes and it’s sooo hrad not to cry/laugh with them.
Oh, and my not-so-British husband EATS his pizza with a fork. I think it’s a little odd… but maybe I need to appreciate his British tendencies:) LOL