It all started with a schedule packed just a little too tightly on a Saturday. When the kettle of chili needed some good simmer time, but only 20 minutes remained before Saturday evening mass, mama turned the burner up to medium high with the intention of turning it off on the way out the door (you can see where I'm going with this). On the way home from church, mama remembered she forgot to turn off the burner and we made our way home wondering just exactly what we'd find. The house was still standing, but the chili was inedible. So, Culvers it is. That's when the fun began. It is important to note, our eldest child did not feel he needed a nap that particular afternoon and had not slept. Culvers was so packed we had to wait for a table. We finally got all our stuff, all our kids and all our food in a reasonably sized booth. Behind us sat another young family with a small baby. Christopher began playing peekaboo with the kiddo in the next booth. Amidst all the distractions, the kids were not eating very well. We began cajoling. The boy finally seemed to be eating his cheeseburger (which he ordered despite the fact he didn't really want cheese) when all of a sudden, his little hand, holding a piece of his burger (bun? we're not really sure) was dangling at the top of the booth. Before we knew it, he had tossed the piece of burger over the top and into the booth behind us... right on top of the woman sitting there! We were mortified. The boy's father yanked him out of the booth quicker than he could say 'no ice cream' and carried him to the van. His next destination was an early bedtime.
Next time we're ordering a pizza.
2 comments:
Paybacks can be hell. The "boy's father" left a few accidents in his wake in his youth. One of them cleared out an entire birthday party at a table below us! And then there was the ketchup......
That's an awesome story. You should write that one down and remind Christopher about it when he is 20. Lol.
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