It was simple enough. Pizza. Member's only night at the Children's Museum. Anyone would have been thrilled. Delighted even. And it was like our two offspring had never been out in public before. Ever.
Wee girl received a new pair of pants from the museum's tiny little thrift store because she managed to douse herself with her milk in the ten minutes it took for us to go from restaurant to museum. And the boy child spent the last bit of the trip running around commando due to a bathroom incident.
Even though they both managed to enjoy themselves--it was delightfully uncrowded--they both expressed disappointment as we drove by the baseball stadium filling up with people and we weren't stopping.
But what else are we going to do?
What else?! We're going Home! And taking Baths! Putting on Jammies! And going to BED!
Well, that doesn't sound like a lot of fun.
Maybe not to you. But, believe me...it's the highlight of my day today!
Guess it's kinda hard to be the four-year-old sometimes.
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*sigh*
It DOES get better/easier as they get older, trust me.
And at least neither of your precious tots cursed in public. (I hope!)
The scene: Italian restaurant on Kadena AB, Okinawa, 1994.
Silver is three years old and spills her water all over herself, just as the waitress arrives at our table to take our order.
Pipes up a tiny voice, "F*&%in' pants! F*&%in' water!"
The first of only two times I saw her father blush, in 12 years of marriage.
We resolved to pay closer attention to little pitchers when we were playing our various computer and video games, since both he and I tended to go a bit overboard with our language while playing!
Wow, I can relate all too well! Since "Perspective" is your post title, I've also noticed that difference since the hubs became an officer.
He's never liked crowded places, but now it puts him in hypervigilence at times to be in public with the family because of his "professional image" he expects to uphold ALL the time.
Glad it wasn't super crowded though, and pizza always makes an evening more tolerable.
that's just funny :-)
we stuck to McDonalds for the longest time (if you can call that going out to eat)and now have arguments about where to go, seeing as we all have different food preferences. So things get easier one way (no more bare bottoms) but harder another!
Kinda hard being a mom or a grandma, too, sigh. But those moments are far overshadowed by the good moments, thank goodness!
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