On an island, in a restaurant named Islands… Beggars can’t be choosers…
Anyway,if you happened to be in a restaurant named Islands in Laguna Niguel this afternoon, you may have overheard this conversation…
Mom: “Let’s decide what you boys want to eat. Here are your choices: Chicken tenders, macaroni and cheese, a hot dog, a hamburger, grilled cheese, or a quesadilla.”
Jack: “Corn dog, please.”
Mom: “No, that wasn’t a choice. Let me read them again. Chicken tenders, macaroni and cheese, a hot dog, a hamburger, grilled cheese, or a quesadilla.”
Jack: “They don’t have corn dogs?”
Mom: “No, they don’t. Would you like a hot dog?”
Michael: “Mom, do you have a napkin? I want to spit my gum out.”
Mom: “Sure. Picks napkin up from right in front of Michael, holds it out for him. Spit.”
Michael: “Thanks, Mom.”
Mom: “Jack, spit out your gum.”
Jack: “I don’t have it anymore.”
Mom: “Did you swallow it?”
Jack: “No. It dropped.”
Mom: “Where did it drop?” Looking on the floor
Jack: “In your car.”
Mom: “WHAT? In my car? My NEW car? Where?”
Jack: “I don’t know. It fell down and I didn’t know where it was.”
Mom: “Next time you really need to tell someone when you drop something in my car. Especially gum.”
Grandma: Who remained amazingly quiet during all of these exchanges “That’s a blog post.”
Later… after lunch, after the movie… We get into the car…
Jack: “Mom! Found the gum!”
Mom: cringing “Where?”
Jack: “In my seat belt!”
Mom: BIG smile… “Jack, you really need to say something next time.”
Mom cleans gum off of the seatbelt in three different places, including some that was sticking the seatbelt and the seatbelt clip together, making it impossible to move the plastic clip part up and down the belt part. Yay.
Michael: “Can I have a piece of gum?”
Mom and Grandma: “No!”
So, where’s that island again?
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You could have given him his ABC gum. :)
Hilarious! I feel like similar things happen to me (but in a younger-child version) and my mom just sits back and laughs…..
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Our youngest son firmly believes that any place that does not serve corn dogs is not a fine place to eat…whether it be his friends home or a restaurant. Glad you got the gum out and have a mom who reminds you that it is a blogging moment, not a pull your hair out moment.
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Ack!! GOtta love those childhood moments….
We ahd one this week that didn’t involve gum, but did involve a malfunctioning copy maching/fax/printer that I great depend. After cleaning and poking and reading and cleaning some more we decided we have to take it to the Canon fix-it shop. As a last ditch effort, my husband took one last look, and deep, deep inside? I black pony tail holder.
ACK!
.-= kellie@LaVidaDulce´s last blog ..She’s Watching Me =-.
That sounds like something that my kids would do…lol