It all started when I was getting my hair cut. The stylist was asking questions to try to get me to talk. I don't do small talk, and usually don't do it when I'm getting my hair cut. So, to stylists, I guess I'm a challenge.
"Do you have big plans tonight?"
"No."
"Are you doing anything for the Super Bowl?"
"No."
"Are you doing something for Valentine's Day?"
"No."
$40.00 later, a little less hair, and a new overpriced, smelly product to try, I'm walking out the door thinking how pathetic my life is. We never go out. Even as a family we don't go out that much.
So when I got home I suggested we go out to dinner. My husband has a 21 miler in the morning, I need to replenish my carbs from my 5 miler, and the kids wanted pizza. We are sick of ordering out and there was nothing planned for dinner so everyone thought it was a good idea. Except my six year old who cannot sit still for a minute, unless you have new Pokemon cards to trade. He thought it would take way too long to get to the restaurant, and then we would have to wait for the pizza forever! Sometimes it does feel that way when you are hungry, doesn't it?
It took us ten minutes to get to the restaurant, a nice, popular Italian place which has a good kids menu and an a decent adult menu. It's casual enough that we could wear jeans, but nice enough that my husband switched from the jeans with the holes to the new jeans. There were lots of families there but also dressed up people. A good in between place. Kind of in between Max and Ermas and Mitchell's. (there might actually be a lot of room in between there....)
I ordered two kids pizzas for the kids and we ordered our food. The kids filled up on bread and water while we waited. When the food arrived, the kids' pizzas were huge! My two year old would never be able to eat all of that. Looked like we would have lots of leftovers. I took a slice of the pizza from the plate and cut it up for him.
Wouldn't you know it, he wouldn't eat it at all. He pushed the plate away. My six year old said he was full but kept eating until only two pieces were left on his plate. The waitress came by and took my empty plate and I asked if she could box up the pizza my two year old wouldn't eat. She took the plates and then came back with a pizza box that we set down on the table.
My two year old piped up, "Pizza!" My husband and I looked at each other in disbelief.
"I want it. I want pizza!" He now wanted the pizza because it came in the box. As if all the pizza we eat comes from pizza boxes. I gave him a fresh slice and he slowly ate it by licking off the cheese and gnawing on the crust.
I had promised the kids that if they were good we would get ice cream later. So despite the fact that I felt totally bloated, we stopped for ice cream. It's really fun to watch kids in an ice cream shop before and after they eat their ice cream. They wait eagerly to order, and then dive right in when they are handed their cones. They sit pretty quietly while they eat. Then all of a sudden the ice cream cone is gone, the sugar buzz starts, and your six year old son is standing up, shaking his rear end, and singing very loudly "I'm shaking my booty! I'm shaking my booty!" He even turned himself around to demonstrate.
My husband and I laughed so hard we cried. Then we tried to be serious and get him to sit down but it didn't work very well. Then the two year old starts shaking his little booty, except he still has a cone in his hand and ice cream dripping everywhere.
It was definitely a night to remember.
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