Last night we decided to take the family out to a family dinner at Wallery's Pizza. Quinn spotted the mechanical horse and chicken and immediately wanted to ride. We let him try out each until our number was called. "Dinner time!" When I went to get Quinn off the pony, he threw himself on the ground and began to beat it with his fists and feet - screaming all the while. Faster than fast, quicker than quick Adam swooped him off the floor and to the car they flew. I threw the pizza in some tin foil and grabbed Ella and we were in for the longest 1 mile adventure of our life. On the ride home, Quinn screamed the entire time - "I want my raisen bran." (meaning restaurant, I think) & "I need to listen." & "I want my pizza." The drama did not end when we got home leading Quinn to bedtime early after a tiny dinner and shot with a beer chaser for Adam and I both - helping us calm our nerves.
When Quinn woke this morning, the first words out of his mouth were, "I want my raisen bran!" and he began to cry. It's gonna be a long day. I had better lock the liquor cabinet. :)
So as it turns out, our perfect little boy is in fact far from it! But we love him all the same. I will admit though, that our family dinners out are probably a thing of the past... for a while anyway.
1 comment:
That is hilarious!!! You are a great writer. Wow! Maybe being 'sans kids' isn't so bad?! :-)
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