Cords
We decided the Friday right before Hallowe’en that we would go out for dinner with the kids. After countless requests to eat at McDonald’s from Austin, we decided to go to a great family restaurant just up the road from us. I had a coupon for thirteen dollars off our meal. (I’m cheap).
The minute our food arrives, Reign decides that he wants out of his stroller immediately, and sit on one of our laps. This has been a regular occurrence at dinner time lately. He has been showing a great deal of interest in sitting at the dinner table with us.
Trying to eat ribs (me) and cut up your steak (James), while holding an infant in your lap, all the while trying to hold a conversation with your 10 year old about his excitement of Hallowe’en tomorrow, is very challenging. We should get an award for ‘best acrobatic act’. Reign kept dropping his toys on the floor, and Austin kept complaining that they didn’t put enough pickles on his burger.
About a third into his meal, Austin announces he is full (typical), in which I scolded him that he shouldn’t have downed his root beer float before his food came. Why don’t you listen to me? Oh, and he is disappointed that his dad bought him a Darth Vader costume instead of the requested G.I. Joe one. James explained to Austin that his size was already gone when we went to purchase it, so he chose Darth Vader.
”Well when did you go get the costume?” he asks.
”Just this week on Monday,” I responded.
”Well no wonder nothing good was there, you waited too long to buy it,” Austin mutters.
And my PPD hits.
When we left, we decided that once Reign was down for the night, ( and I mean for 3 or 4 hours) we would wind down with a movie. In goes Ice Age 3 Dawn of the Dinosaurs. Cute movie. I like all 3 of them. The part when the woolly mammoth has her baby, Austin confusingly asks, “Isn’t there supposed to be a TESTICLE cord attached to the baby?”
So you can imagine our faces when he said that. We were laughing so hard (poor Austin) and I explained to him that it’s called an UMBILICLE cord. Austin is trying not to show his embarrassment and mutters, “whatever.”
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